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Danijela graduated from the Faculty of Kinesiology and just got a job as a substitute teacher of physical education. She taught physical education to students at a private college. In addition, she taught poetry and erotic dance classes. She was very tall–almost about two meters.

And she had very strong legs. In addition to dancing, she was also trained in taekwondo.

Her short black hair ended at the level of her nose. Two clips separated Danijela’s black hair leaving the forehead of the taekwondo champion visible. Only one naughty strand of hair fell over Danijela’s forehead touching her nose.

The young professor was tormented by a spoiled student in her first year of college. Jesica was her name. On several occasions, Jesica skipped fitness lessons. Danijela also taught philosophy. While teaching physical exercises, Danijela spoke about philosophy.

Jesica knew that she was going to study economics and therefore she looked down on Danijela’s classes (philosophies on the history of gender and exercise). When Danijela asked for an apology, Jesica mockingly replied – “Your subject is useless. If you don’t want to have problems with my parents, you have to let me pass.”

Danijela answered in surprise, “You simply can not talk to me like that! Now you will get a disciplinary measure, young lady!’

Jesica answered mockingly, “Now I will call my mother. She will inform my father who is the principal of the school and then we will see what happens.”

Jesica’s mother – Mirta (mathematics professor) soon appeared in the corridor. A verbal confrontation between the two women followed.

Mirta said, “How dare you give my daughter a disciplinary measure?”

Danijela answered, “She insulted me in front of the whole class. She said my subject was useless.”

Mirta cheekily interjected, “Well, it’s useless. Everyone can exercise at home. And all this philosophy about gender and the position of women is a consequence of you not having a husband. You better dedicate yourself to removing this hideous pimple from your forehead.

Then you’ll find a husband like me and stop babbling about patriarchy and gender history. Now remove the disciplinary measure and give my daughter an A from your useless subject. My husband – Max is the principal and you’re going to be in trouble if you don’t listen to me right away you little slob.”

The fitness trainer blushed with anger. She was frustrated that she had not been able to find a long-term partner for a long time. Mirta’s words struck a chord kütahya escort with her. Mirta had been humiliating her at school meetings for months. Danijela knew very well how Mirta calls her in front of everyone in the assembly hall (when she is not present) – “naughty pimple professor”.

Without much thought, Danijela decided to act. She could no longer keep her anger inside. Two very quick and painful slaps echoed through the corridor. Mirta had no chance of defending herself against Danijela (a taekwondo champion). And Mirta knew it well. Therefore, an avalanche of insults flowed from her mouth. Now her face became red.

“You pimple-filled brat. I will destroy you. Wait until my husband hears about this. You will get fired instantly.”

Danijela just silently walked home. She found herself in a very awkward situation. She immediately contacted her friend – Paulina, who worked as a psychotherapist. She told her the entire story in detail. Paulina listened carefully. Then she spoke.

“Ouoooaaahhhha! Jesus. I know exactly what you have to do. Max and Mirta are my clients. What I’m telling you now, I shouldn’t, but I want to help you. Max has long been sexually frustrated in his marriage to Mirta. He has a fetish for dominant women. And Mirta wants a dominant man. They are not sexually compatible at all. And this is a big problem for their marriage.

Because of this, Mirta already cheated on Max once. And I think their marriage is very easy to break. I will come to you and bring you a couple of gifts that will help you get the sweetest revenge possible and save your job. Oh, I’m so excited just thinking about what we’re doing. It’s like we’re crazy high school girls again.”

With a coffee cup in her hand, Paulina immediately began to explain to her very athletically built friend what she had to do. “Max has a huge fetish for muscular and dominant women. Especially those with long and stretchy legs who use their flexible legs for dominance. Like a taekwondo girl champion. And I know one just like that.”

Danijela had to laugh at her best friend’s remark. She just realized how much power she has over her enemy – Mirta. Her lady parts became wet from just thinking about the meeting with the headmaster that was about to follow.

Paulina continued, “And I also know that Max has a fetish for long white socks on women’s legs. Especially the ones with red heart-shaped images on them.” With a smile on her face, Paulina took out exactly such malatya escort socks from her bag.

It was the last day before the holidays. The school had just ended and all the students had left the building. Max and Mirta appeared in the corridor. Mirta was smiling ominously. She was about to see Danijela get fired. But she just couldn’t understand why Danijela came to school covered in a dressing gown. That started to bother her.

She was also troubled by the question – What is under the cloak?

She suddenly panicked. She noticed the long white socks with bright red elements on her enemy’s legs. Mirta thought – Is it possible that she is so shameless? Is it possible that she is trying to steal my husband with one dominant and decisive move?

Danijela answered Mirta’s question. She took off her cloak. Underneath was the naked and beautiful body of a fitness and taekwondo trainer. Even her problems with acne couldn’t make her undesirable. In fact, in this bizarre situation, they made Max experience – The Ultimate Primal Sexual Attraction.

The fitness trainer was wearing only a bright red Sports Bra and long white socks, which acted better than Viagra on the young director. The abbs on Danijela’s stomach (as well as the piercing on her navel) seduced Mirta’s husband.

Danijela spoke, “Mr. Max. You have a very bad posture. As an apology, I will give you free fitness classes. We need to correct your posture. We start right now. You should never postpone the exercise for tomorrow. We will never start that way.”

Danijela then took Max by the hand. She treated him like a disobedient student that needed to be punished. Then she began to lead him (with each step closer) to the place where he would experience his deepest sexual fantasy. Both Max and Mirta understood what was coming. Max simply decided to surrender to the will of the more dominant woman in front of him. She was stronger than him anyway. And besides — this was the perfect revenge on his wife who cheated on him with a more dominant man.

In this crazy modern age – now his wife found herself pushed out by a more dominant woman. In shock, Mirta followed Danijela and her husband towards the fitness studio. She was simply not ready for such a bold move that turned her real life into a plot of a porno film. Helplessly, Mirta screamed at her husband, “If you set foot in that room, we are breaking up. I’m divorcing you.”

Upon entering the hall, Danijela dominantly extended batman escort her flexible leg. She lifted it at a 90-degree angle, revealing the juicy fruit she had between her legs.

Danijela smiled and said, “We have a lot of practice ahead of us, Mr. Max. Your wife will be waiting outside the door and watching us. Oh yeah! It will happen right now!

And then I wonder if she will still think that my subject is useless and that I am too ugly to get a good man. Maybe She will change her attitude today.”

Mirta pounded helplessly on the glass door for some time. She watched as Danijela (without underwear) performed pointe-zaps with her long and provocatively attractive legs in front of her husband’s face.

Suddenly Mirta was overcome with indescribable rage. Animal rage took over her and made her behave irrationally. She decided to enter through the window and prevent her husband from enjoying The wild sex she knew was about to follow.

When she somehow managed to enter through the window, she caught Danijela and her husband in the act. Max licked the “fruit” that was placed between two elastic and provocatively desirable legs. Danijela, on the other hand, drove the director mad with movements of her tongue.

His limb vibrated stiffly with lust. In a fit of anger, Mirta started walking towards Daniela and her husband, who was screaming with lust. The taekwondo champion reacted quickly. Before Mirta could react, the strong leg of the woman she hated with every inch of her body right now knocked her to the floor. Danijela sat down on top of her opponent and started tying up her hands with an elastic rope.

At the same time, she spoke, “Now you will watch your husband enter me. Your husband doesn’t seem to agree with you. You think I’m ugly. My skills are not useless at all. Oh no, Mirta. No, no, no my dear. I will force your man to experience pleasure you could never give him.”

Danijela then returned to her previous position saying, “Don’t worry dear. We continue where we left off.”

Danijala finished looking into Mirta’s eyes. Her loud sighs subsided slightly. But the provocative smile did not leave Danijela’s face. She enjoyed the dominance she displayed over Mirta’s husband (and Mirta herself). Mirta writhed on the floor in anger. She cried and screamed. But she couldn’t get up. She could just watch her husband get a blow job before her very eyes.

“And now you will cum too. And straight into my mouth. Oh yeah. I’m ordering you. Cum! Right now!”

A stream of sperm erupted out of a man who was driven to madness. Mirta had a heart attack from anger and helplessness. She began to choke. Max and Danijela called an ambulance. Before the ambulance came, Mirta was taken away.

And Danijela put on her dressing gown again. I wonder how Jesica will react when she realizes that she has a new mom – Danijela thought.

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Since the economic downturn and my wife’s company closing, Karen’s occupation seemed to become getting her pussy fucked, fisted and footed as often as she possibly could. With our stepdaughter moving in with us for a few months, there almost wasn’t any hour of any day of the week that my wife’s pussy wasn’t full. Between my cock, her daughter’s and Beth’s and Jennifer’s hands, feet and shoes, Karen’s pussy was in constant use. I later found out that Karen had also found a new masseuse that was willing to fist and foot fuck her pussy as part of the massage. I never met her masseuse but was just happy to know it was a woman. Karen also had a few random sexual encounters with different women at the shoe store, her hair salon and a couple of clothing stores. My wife was having so much sex that I jokingly suggested she should start a business servicing bored housewives, girlfriends, etc.

It seems that my silly suggestion had planted a seed. Karen started talking to me about how we owned a Hismith and she knew how to use it. I asked her how she planned on getting ‘clients’ and she said she already knew a few sexually frustrated women at the church and that Beth did also. Intrigued by the idea, I told her to go for it and asked her to give me some time to set up a special room for her in the basement of our house. It took me about two weeks and I had a room ready. It was comfortable and had a massage chair with stirrups. Of course, it was also equipped with six hidden cameras. I let Karen know it was ready and she was absolutely thrilled to see her new workspace. Besides the Hismith, I also put in discreet storage space and moved Karen’s entire sex toy collection into her arsenal of tools. Karen told me her first client would be Beth and she’d be over in about an hour. I told Karen my only job, going forward, was I wanted to clean the room once each session ended. I wanted to taste the pussies of the women my wife gave her therapy to. Karen agreed and thanked me again.

I commended her for her efficiency and retreated to my command center to check the video and audio of the six cameras. Beth arrived right on time and Karen told her she needed to go through an icebreaker with her to practice for the other women that she planned on comforting sexually. Beth was game and agreed to be hard to get. Karen went through a bit of a rehearsed speech about how she understood their sexual frustration (which she artvin escort didn’t) and how she wanted to genuinely help them relieve their sexual tension. She said she wanted them to know they were safe with her and she’d only go as far as they were comfortable.

Karen had Beth sit up on the massage table. Beth was wearing a knee length summer dress, nylons and some simple black heels. Karen sat on the couch opposite the massage table and crossed her legs. She was wearing a short, white dress that buttoned all the way up the front, white nylons and white low heels. She looked the part of a nurse. She started to go through a few standard questions and permissions questions. Karen’s dress didn’t have the bottom three buttons done up, so she was gradually revealing more and more of her gorgeous legs. Meanwhile, she was dangling her one heel as she talked. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was relaxing completely and this would encourage the women to let down their guards with her and start to relax. The movement of her leg that keep her heel dangling back and forth on her toes was causing her dress to open up even more. Her stocking tops were now showing completely. Beth, reflexively, started to dangle one of her heels.

By the time Karen had gone through about ten questions, she let her shoe drop with a loud clack on the floor. Beth’s eyes instinctively followed the shoe and then went up to see Karen’s nylon covered foot still moving in a dangling motion. As Beth stared at her foot, Karen undid a few buttons at the top of her dress to reveal her ample cleavage. Beth finally looked up and couldn’t take her eyes off Karen’s cleavage. Karen then started spreading her outstretched toes wide. Karen figured that when her ‘client’ was looking back and forth between her nylon covered foot and her cleavage, she was reeling them in. Once reeled in, Karen uncrossed her legs, reached her foot out to grab the dropped heel and spread her legs just enough that her client would have to strain to get a look at her pussy (she wasn’t wearing panties). If her client was trying to look, she spread her legs way more than what’s considered ladylike. If her client kept looking, she knew it was time to make her move. At this point, Beth wasn’t acting and was genuinely turned on.

Karen told her that was the end of the questions and requested permission aydın escort to begin. Beth agreed quickly, so Karen got up from the couch and sat on a stool beside the massage table. She slowly removed Beth’s heels to reveal her beautiful nylon covered feet. She complimented Beth on her beautiful feet (she would do this with all clients). She wanted clients to feel loved and appreciated. She also told Beth that she smelled wonderful. Karen raised one of Beth’s heels to her face and buried her nose inside. She inhaled deeply and purposefully and complimented Beth on how great her feet smell. This would be the point where she’d know if things were going to stop or proceed with clients. Beth thanked her and blushed. Karen offered Beth the other shoe and told her to see for herself how beautiful her smell was. Beth played shy and said she didn’t know if she could. Karen offered her one of her own shoes to smell since she noticed Beth was watching intently as she dangled her heel on the couch. Beth smiled and said she’ d like that very much. Beth inhaled my wife’s foot scent from her shoe. She thanked Karen for letting her experience this new thing.

Karen told Beth to lie back on the table and let her massage her feet to start. This would be the part of the massage where Karen would have some satisfaction of her own. She took one of Beth’s heels and slipped it deep into her gaping pussy and then proceed with the foot massage. She massage Beth’s feet gently and placed small kisses on her damp nylon toes. Beth cooed with delight. All the while, Karen kept complimenting Beth and telling her she is a beautiful woman who deserves relaxation and pleasure. It was like a soft, mesmerizing chant that she kept up as she continued administering pleasure to her client.

After several minutes working on Beth’s feet, Karen started moving up her legs. She guided Beth’s legs apart and kept inching towards her sex. She could already see Beth’s pussy was wet through her pantyhose. Karen kept kneading her way up Beth’s legs while complimenting her on every inch of her body; telling her how sexy and desirable she is. When Karen reached Beth’s pantyhose covered sex, she slowly removed Beth’s pantyhose. Beth’s eyes were closed, so Karen moved up and released her breasts from her dress and started sucking on her nipples one by one. As Karen worked Beth’s nipples, she balıkesir escort put the damp crotch of Beth’s pantyhose up to Beth’s nose. Beth moaned and inhaled deeply before darting her tongue out to taste her own sweet nectar. Karen pushed the damp crotch into Beth’s mouth and she began sucking on her own juices.

Karen then slid down Beth’s body and dove her tongue into Beth’s soaking pussy. My wife ate Beth’s pussy to a couple of orgasms. As Beth was coming down from her orgasmic bliss, Karen rolled up the Hismith with the 14″ long and 6″ thick dildo attachment. This was the biggest attachment for the Hismith and Beth had been given the treatment with it by Erin several times. Beth’s pussy was ready and Beth was as horny as she would ever be. Karen slowly pushed the monster dildo into Beth’s pussy and Beth beared down to push it in deeper. As soon as Karen turned on the Hismith, Beth started to orgasm. When Karen asked Beth if she was OK, all she said was ‘more’. It only took about 5 minutes of Beth orgasming all over this large dildo before Karen had the Hismith running at full speed. Beth had incredible sexual energy for a 63 year old woman and she started slamming her hips back at this massive high speed intruder. A few minutes of that and Beth’s body went stiff as she entered a state of continuous orgasm. Her pussy juices were spilling out from her tightly wrapped pussy lips around the massive dildo, so Karen slipped off one of her heels and slid it under Beth’s ass to catch her pussy juice.

Karen left Beth in this orgasmic state for about half an hour as she sucked Beth’s toes and feet and nipples. Beth’s pussy lips were even starting to loosen up on the dildo as it continued pummeling her body. Karen removed her shoe from under Beth’s ass and it was almost half full of her pussy juice. Karen slipped her other shoe off and poured half of the pussy juice in. Then she stepped into her drenched heels with her nylon covered feet. Karen then slowed down the Hismith and slowly withdrew the massive cock from Beth. Beth’s pussy looked raw and sore, so Karen licked her pussy gently until Beth came back to Earth. Karen licked Beth’s pussy completely clean and then slipped her pantyhose back on her gorgeous legs. Karen put Beth’s heels back on her feet and Beth cooed when she felt the warm, wet heel fresh from Karen’s pussy slide onto her foot.

Karen finished with Beth in a long kissing and fondling session that almost ignited more sex. She told Beth this kind of pleasure could be hers whenever she wanted it and she could pay whatever she wanted for the service. Of course, the first session was complimentary and she would never charge Beth but she was practicing for real clients. And clients she would have….many of them.

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I’m desperate in a way I haven’t been for ages, but he won’t let me go.

It’s a game we play sometimes. He makes me hold my pee while we make out, because it turns both of us on, but usually I use the toilet at some point, or we simply take it to the bedroom before I get too full. But not today.

I’m on his lap, still gently kissing his neck, but I’m distracted by how wet my panties are getting — at this point, I can’t tell if it’s my arousal or if I actually leaked a few drops. My blader is so full that it’s starting to get painful. I try asking again, using my sweetest, most persuasive voice.

“May I please use the bathroom, daddy?”

He smiles at me, still holding me close by my waist. He’s so strong. Ten minutes ago, I could have struggled free, but now I’m not sure I’d be able to do so without having an accident.

“Do you have to go that badly?” he asks sweetly.

I nod. The pressure is almost unbearable at this point, my cheeks are flushed from the strain of holding it in and the embarrassment of being at his mercy like this. On the other hand, a part of me is enjoying this. Having to play by his rules, him being in total control of kırklareli escort me…

I’m squirming around on his lap, trying to ease the need to relieve myself, but then my clit touches my slick panties and I gasp. The pressure and the wetness feel so good, and I can’t help but grind my pussy on daddy’s pants.

He rubs my back, listening to my quiet moans of pleasure, then moves one hand to my nipple, and a light touch is enough to make me whine pathetically.

“Aww, I see, this is really hard for you,” he says, in the same sweet, condescending tone that always makes my head spin a little. “Then you should let a little bit out, baby girl.”

I sigh in relief. Despite how good it feels to hump his lap, I still really need to pee, so I try to get up, but he’s still holding me in place. I look up to him blankly. A part of me wants to argue, shout that this is not the time to joke around, that I’m about to piss myself, but he just shakes his head.

“Sweetie, if you need to pee so badly, just let some out on daddy’s lap. Show me how much you need it.”

I feel heat rush to my cheeks. afyon escort Of course, I’d thought about it, but…

“I can’t,” I protest, but he just chuckles.

“Of course you can. You want to be a good girl for daddy, right?”

I groan. I am still extremely turned on, the ache in my bladder is getting worse, I am squirming around, trying to find relief but getting closer to losing control every time my clit brushes against my wet underwear… so I just obey.

Dropping my head on daddy’s shoulder, I focus and try to let go. At first, it’s harder than I thought. Despite how full and desperate I am, I struggle to relax my bladder and only manage to produce a tiny trickle, barely enough to dampen my panties.

Whining, I try even harder to let go, pushing until I can finally feel the soft flow of pee on my pussy, soaking through my underwear and into daddy’s pants. It stops again pretty soon, too soon, but it gives me a minimum of relief.

I can hear daddy moan and notice he’s started to rub his cock against his now slightly wet jeans.

“See, that wasn’t that hard, right, baby?” he whispers. amasya escort “But I bet you need to piss more. And I bet it felt really good to wet your panties on my lap.”

I blush, embarrassed, but I nod. It feels so good to let go, being a good girl for him. For daddy.

He grabs my ass and pulls me closer, so my holes are directly above his cock. I try to relax — my bladder isn’t as full as before, but it’s still aching, and I think about how good it felt, how much I liked wetting myself for him, how much I enjoyed feeling the pee on my wet pussy and my soaked panties.

I only notice I’m pissing again when I hear daddy moan, and I focus on letting it all out, groaning with relief.

“You’re making daddy feel so good,” he sighs. “You’re going to make me lose control too.”

Before I can ask what he means, he’s pulled out his cock, pushed my panties aside and buried himself deep inside me. I gasp from the sudden pleasure.

He doesn’t move at first, so I have time to notice how he’s pushing on my bladder, still filled just enough so I can feel every movement. I squirm, trying to get closer to him, yearning for that feeling of fullness, and he fucks into me.

I can tell he is close and I am too, my wet panties still rubbing on my clit, and when I try to let go once more, pissing myself on his cock like a good girl, it takes me over the edge. He groans and cums as well, holding me and showering me with praise.

He always knows how to make me feel like his good girl.

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Chapter 2 – 5 th February 2021

Declan sat on a stool at the bar of the local dingy, underground rock club, illuminated only by the offensively garish, strobing disco lights that pervaded through an otherwise perfect gloom. Over on the dance floor – not, not really a dance floor, just a space in the place where there were no tables and chairs, a menagerie of local misfits and weirdos were flailing themselves to The Number of the Beast by Iron Maiden, hair streaking through the smoke in ropes, sweat pumping from every conceivable pore. The smell of rum and sambuca hung thick in the air.

This was his favourite place in Bury. His people, the folk that didn’t fit the norm of aesthetic that seemed so popular on Tinder and in yoghurt commercials. The kind that were always made to feel like outcasts on the main drinking street in this town, Argentine Street – colloquially known as Argenwine Street. Should one of them head into a bar on that street, with tattoos, piercings and dyed hair proudly on display, they would be met with the look of derision that only premature botox and lip-fillers can create. So, they all headed to the Deaf Leopard.

Tonight though, Declan was not having a good time. He was agitated – no, not agitated, anxious? No, just straight up depressed. Angry? For sure. If the big fucker next to him trying to order five pints didn’t get his elbow out of Declan’s ribs, there was going to be trouble. Theoretical trouble, of course. Declan was no fighter, in any sense of the word. And this had been happening for the past hour. By and large, the bar area was pretty quiet, people turning to dancing as rock anthem followed rock anthem, but, without fail, every few minutes, Declan would feel a bump, a nudge, a knock, as people’s spatial awareness completely fell victim to alcohol intake.

It also didn’t help that, 10 minutes before this, his ex walked into the bar with the social group they both used to be part of. They had split just over a month ago, just after New Year’s Eve. They had been growing apart for years, but everything came to a head one night – a decision made by her, hugely impactful of their future, which Declan didn’t agree with but had absolutely no say in. An ocean of resentment built on all sides of their relationship until the pressure became too great – the romantic technology of their relationship unable to withstand the depths of this abyss, and so they imploded.

In the immediate aftermath, the other members of the group – John, Norman, Zoe and Leslie – had vowed to stay friends with both of them, but it became seemingly untenable for them to maintain two separate friendships and one by one, they drifted – no, drifted wasn’t the right word – charged away from Declan.

Which is how Declan found himself sat alone in The Deaf Leopard. Even over the music, he could hear them. Laughing. Having a good time. How dare they. How dare they!

Then Declan laughed to himself – he was starting to sound just a touch on the side of madness. He wasn’t bitter, he wasn’t even resentful. Just a crappy moment. He leant up on his seat to pull out his smoking gear at the same time as trying to get the attention of one of the bar staff to order a pint. He sat back, hoping he got the attention of one particular member of the bar team. He couldn’t help but take her in for a moment, not for the first time by any means. While he was staring, she looked over at him with a half-smile, raised her hand to a specific beer bump, tapping on it with a false nail as black as a raven’s wing. Declan nodded and the half-smile turned to a straightened mouth, a nod and wink as she went to get a glass.

As she turned, Declan’s gaze followed her. He’d been coming in quite a lot over the last few weeks, clearly often enough for him to now have a “usual”, and over that time, he had admired – he didn’t even know her name! He had wanted to ask for some time now but had always found the words caught in his throat. He couldn’t seem to communicate with her beyond asking for, and paying for drinks. It did always seem to be her serving him though. Tonight, her outfit was simple. A black vest, cut high around the neck, yet taught around her chest and clinging to a petite frame beneath, and black leather trousers which formed to her legs and curves perfectly. As she bent to get a glass for Declan’s pint, he couldn’t help it, his eyes drifted to how the leather stretched slightly over what he imaged was a simply perfect arse.

As she came back up and looked back over at him, he quickly averted his gaze back down to the cigarette paper he had just pulled from the pack. He started to pick a filter from the little plastic tube, furtive glances back up towards her. Her make up was simple. Eyeliner, foundation and a touch of pink lip-gloss which seemed to match the pink streaks in her otherwise blonde hair. As she finished pulling the pint, Declan had filled the paper with tobacco and rolled it, about to raise it to his giresun escort lips to lick the glue strip. As she placed the pint down, she looked up at Declan. As his tongue came out, their eyes met. He dragged his tongue along the paper and, at the same time, her tongue poked out from her glossed lips just slightly, and seemed to lick along her top lip.

She leaned against the bar, both hands on the edge with her fingers hooked under the marble, and pushed her shoulders back. Declan fished into the pocket of his brown leather jacket, which was hung on one of the hooks under the bar, for his wallet and handed her a five pound note.

“Keep the change…” He let the end of the sentence hang as if he was about to finish it with her name but once again remembered he didn’t know it.

“Millie” She laughed a little, giving a little eye roll and taking the money from him. She started to turn away, then stopped.

“Want me to watch that for you?” Millie cocked her head a little as she asked. Declan could swear her eyes had drifted down from his eyes a little, but couldn’t tell if she was looking at the drink or at him.

“That would be wonderful. Thank you, Millie.” Declan spoke through a thinned mouth, having already put the cigarette between his lips and was flipping his jacket over his arms.

Millie gave Declan another wink before moving away to serve another customer. Declan made his way past a handful of people towards the stair that lead outside. Once he hit fresh air, he stepped away from the entrance, feeling his pockets for a lighter when he heard his name being called. At first, Declan assumed it wasn’t for him and turned the other way, heading to the steps of the Italian restaurant next door to the Deaf Leopard. He leant against the brick wall, perched up on the first step and lit his cigarette, exhaling into the cold night air, a mixture of smoke and condensed breath in the cold.

It was then he heard his name again, and looked up to find the source of the voice. Towards him was walking one of the first friends he made in his life post-marriage. Well, it was someone he used to work with when he was in his retail work days, Casper. They had worked in a fly-by-night phone case and repair shop in the local shopping centre. At the time, Casper was 18, and went by the name Chloe, but that was five years ago, and a lot of discovery can happen in five years. They had bonded at work over their shared geekiness, and the fact that they both knew the job wasn’t going to last. They spent the working day watching comedy on the company laptop – there were never really any customers to disturb them, and playing silly word games. After the shop inevitably shut down, they had drifted apart, but a few weeks ago, they had bumped into each other again and reconnected. It felt nice to Declan to have a friend again. As Casper walked towards him, he cursed himself again for having such a depressingly cliched thought.

“Declan!” Casper shouted for a third time, on this occasion practically in his face. He opened his arms to hug Declan and they stood for a few moments hugging before breaking away. “Are you in here tonight? They won’t let us in.”

“Who’s us? You’re telling me you have other friends? A pox on you!” Declan smiled, and Casper returned with a laugh.

“Hey, I’m not a complete loner like you. I’m out with Evie. Have you met Evie? They’re just over there somewhere…” Casper turned to look down the street, his voice trailing off. He turned back, straightening out the pleats in his pink skirt, then pulling the black band t-shirt out a little. It had become a little too tight around his chest as it was pulled into the tuck. Casper had a very alternative style, the skirt being complimented with knee-high gothic-style boots with more buckles than Declan could count, and to top the outfit off, neon green cat ears sat in a shoulder length pink wig.

“Evie is somewhere, I’m not sure at the moment. They won’t let us in” Casper had a giddy energy in this moment, not annoyed, but more like he had chugged 3 cans of Monster in under a minute.

“Why won’t they let you in?” Declan continued to smoke his cigarette, leaning against the wall.

“I, erm” Casper looked down at the ground, spinning the hell of one foot in a semi-circle.

“Did you forget your ID again? Come on, Casper, you’re 23, but dress like you’re three. Of course you’re going to get checked.”

Casper showed a little blush on his face as Declan spoke. They had only been reconnected for a few weeks, but they quickly fell into the routines they had when they worked together. Declan was 11 years older than Casper, and naturally took on a caring kind of role over Casper. This care did include a lot of sarcastic, but good-natured and well-intentioned, jibes.

“I did. You know I did.” Casper’s blush grew a little deeper, and he looked up into Declan’s eyes.

“Where the fuck are you, Casper?” A voice cut through yalova escort the night chill, and from the throng of smokers, vapers and entrance-waiters outside the bar came Evie.

“I’m here, Evie.” Casper responded as we both looked around. Declan’s gaze fell upon Evie for the first time and, wanting to be subtle, he couldn’t help but casually admire her. She looked to be about 4″1, shoulder length hair that was dyed half-black, half-green. She had piercings in her eyebrows, septum, lower lip and an array of metal in both ears. She was wearing a tight, black-and-white striped long-sleeve tee, knee high socks and a skirt that looked so short it couldn’t, and didn’t, leave much to the imagination. As she walked over, there was a slight bounce in her step. She smiled at Casper then looked at Declan.

“Are you wearing a fucking Christmas jumper?” She eyed Declan through thick eye-liner with a curious look on her face.

“I am.” Declan responded, then dragged on his cigarette with a slight blush on his face. Declan looked down at his outfit. Under the leather jacket, he was wearing what was branded as an Ugly Christmas Sweater, Avengers themed. Characters embroidered into the cotton amongst snowflakes, Christmas trees and other decorations.

“Save me twos on that?” She motioned towards the cigarette in Declan’s hand. “Well, what the fuck are we going to do now?” She looked up at Casper, slightly exasperated. Declan handed the cigarette to Evie and leaned against the wall in the doorway again.

“I don’t know. We could go and get some chicken from Tesco? Or some snacks?” Casper pulled his phone out and checked the time. “They’re still open right?”

“Alright, but we’re getting a fucking cab.” Evie checked her phone at the same time, which had been in her hand the whole time. Declan checked her up and down again. Not one single sign of a pocket anywhere. Casper nodded in agreement and turned to Declan.

“You coming? Fancy some snacks and come back to mine?” He asked Declan. Declan has pulled his tobacco out and had started rolling again. Evie also looked up from her phone at Declan, a small smile on her face.

“I don’t know.” Declan thought for a moment and shook his head. “I think I’m going to head home soon. I’m fairly tired. I’ll walk to the taxi rank with you though.” As soon as these words left his lips, he mentally cursed himself. His eyes then drifted to Evie again, whose smile had turned to what he interpreted as disappointment, and he cursed himself again. Why had he said no to spending time with these two? He could change his mind, it wasn’t too late. No, he’d have felt like a complete jackass.

“OK.” Casper said with a slight resignation too, but then returned to his peppy, upbeat self. “Let’s go, guys.”

The three of them set off down the street towards the taxi rank. It was, in total, only a three minute walk, but Declan wanted a little leg stretch. Evie was checking her phone again, replying to messages, so Casper naturally started to out pace her, and Declan fell back a little to keep pace with Evie.

“I’m Declan, by the way, nice to meet you.” Declan help out his hand to Evie.

“I’m Evie” She replied, looking up from her phone and shaking his hand. Declan was immediately struck by how small her hand was in his. He dwarfed her in pretty much every way. She looked him up and down again and smiled. “Why the fuck are you wearing a Christmas jumper? It’s February.”

“I wear them every month of the year except December.” He responded, opening his jacket a little and pulling the bottom of the jumper down to reveal the pattern a little more to her. “It’s what all the cool kids are doing isn’t it?”

“No, it’s really not.” Evie replied with a laugh. “Maybe back in your day.”

“Look, we’ve only just met, but insinuating that I’m old is quite rude you know”.

“But you are old, Grandad.” Casper turned around, smiling widely and laughing. “You’ve always been old. You’re like, thirty years older than me, aren’t you?”

“You’re fifty-three?!” Evie had genuine shock in her voice, inspecting Declan’s face. “You do have some wrinkles.”

“I’m thirty-six, you cheeky little twats.” Declan’s voice, while trying to remain as upbeat as the other two, did crack into genuine hurt for a moment.

“Calm down, grandad. You look good for fifty-three” Evie smiled and stuck her tongue out at Declan. There was no talking for a moment before Casper and Evie broke out in laughter. Declan narrowed his eyes at Evie for a moment and stuck his tongue out in return.

“So I can tell already that you’re a cheeky little gremlin, hmm?” Declan’s frown turned to a smile and it was Evie’s turn to frown at him.

“Am not a gremlin.”

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

This back and forth went on for a few moments while Casper disappeared into the office to order a taxi. There was already a cab waiting at the rank which they could use.

“Children” Casper yozgat escort called out to the two of them as the repetitive conversation continued. “The taxi is here. Are you sure you’re not coming?” Casper looked to Declan, as did Evie with hope in her eyes. This hope was put out though when Declan shook his head again, and cursed himself yet again. The three of them said their goodbyes, Casper and Declan hugged, then Evie stepped over and gave Declan a light hug, once more illumination the sheer difference in their statures.

Casper and Evie got into the cab, waved to Declan, and Declan turned to start the mile-long walk home, putting his headphones in and cursing himself once more for not accepting Casper’s offer. Just as he was finding a decent podcast to put on to try and quieten his brain down from all the self-cursing, he heard a commotion from across the street.

Under a parapet, there was a row of shops – Turkish barbers, fried chicken takeaway, newspaper shop, nail salon and a kebab house – opposite the Deaf Leopard. Apparently, some banter between to almost identical mid-twenties men had gotten out of hand, and now they were stood glaring at each other, chests puffed under Fred Perry polo shirts, tight enough to accentuate chemically-nourished biceps, and seemingly cut blood-flow to the brain. Declan walked on, pressing play on the latest episode of one of the podcasts in his weekly rotation.

After 5 minutes or so of walking, he pulled his phone out and opened Facebook. He went to Casper’s profile, and saw a post in which Evie was tagged. One click and a quick scroll later, he pressed Add Friend on Evie’s profile.

After 7 minutes of walking, he remembered he had ordered a beer from Millie and then completely disappeared.

After 11 minutes of walking, he checked his phone again and saw that Evie had accepted his friend request. He opened Messenger and clicked on her name, opening a chat.

For 5 further minutes of walking, he struggled to think of something to type to Evie. He didn’t want to seem weird for adding her not 20 minutes after first meeting her. But then again, if she thought it was weird, she wouldn’t have accepted. He wrestled with this internal mini-conflict until he had to lock his phone to get his keys from his pocket to unlock the front door.

After getting himself into the house, and up to his room, he started to undress. Off came the jacket, Christmas jumper and skinny blue jeans. As he was looking for some shorts to put on – most pairs had been used in the last few days’ worth of running and gymming – his phone pipped with a notification. He unlocked the phone and opened the notification.

EVIE: You home yet, old man?

DECLAN: We’ve only just met. I don’t think you can be this rude to me. But yes, I am.

EVIE: But you are old, it’s just a fact.

DECLAN: And you’re very small.

EVIE: Who’s rude now??? Still got that stupid jumper on?

DECLAN: Still you. No, it’s off now.

EVIE: Good. It bad that I wanted to take it off you?

DECLAN: That depends. If you wanted to take it off me to burn it, then it’s bad.

EVIE: Um no. Just want to…

DECLAN: What do you mean, hmm?

EVIE: Nuthin. Shush.

And that is how Declan got to know Evie.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Three weeks later, Declan stretched himself awake a full 3 minutes before his alarm was due to go off at 6am. He locked his arms down by his sides, arched his back and stretched his legs until his feet poked out from under the duvet. He looked out of the window, unburdened by the curtain he had bought but not got round to putting up. It was still pitch black. He hated running in the dark. It meant he couldn’t wear his wrap-around sports glasses. Even though he was probably in the best shape of his life, Declan still sweated like a cartoon character eating a ghost pepper in a sauna. He lay for a few moments more. As usual, he had awoken in quite a fierce state of arousal, his shaft straining at the material of his boxers. Just as he was about to let his hand slide down…beep beep beep.

Groaning, he leaned over and flicked the slider on the alarm on his phone. As usual, the first few attempts didn’t work, lazily swiping his finger of the screen in his half-sleep grog. He picked the phone up, eyes squinting at the harsh glare in the otherwise black room, and carefully pulled the digital button left to silence the offensive clamour. He hated getting up at this time, but it was the only real way to make sure he got his run done before work. He worked from home, so it wasn’t a huge rush, but he still liked plenty of time to get ready, have a coffee, sit for a while before being tethered to his laptop for the day.

He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes and stretching once more, this time arms high up above his head. He flexed his arms a little. He didn’t have world-beating, shirt-ripping biceps, but he liked the work he had put into them. He looked around, half-forgetting that the button for the shelf-edge lamp was on his right, and flicked it on. Just as he hit the button, he saw the green flashing light on his phone which meant he had a message. He unlocked his phone, and saw a message from Evie sent about 2 minutes before that moment.

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After that night with Angela, I waited a week to go back to the Pub. I knew she was leaving just a couple of days after our hookup. That was why I waited until then to take her home. It’s a little awkward to have a one-stand with a girl and then run into her at your favorite bar again under any circumstance, especially if that one night stand involved her being disappointed by your rather diminutive penis and incredibly premature ejaculation. Sadly, my one-night stands almost always ended that way. But it worked, bagging tourists right before they left, then going back to the pub to flirt with another who had no idea about my shortcomings. For a full year I managed to have a pretty satisfying sex life that way without any problems.

The weekend after that night with Angela I went back to the pub. It was a Saturday night and extremely busy. The place usually got pretty crowded on the weekends, but this was even busier than usual. I got there just after 10PM and still had to muscle my way through to the bar. Luckily, that also meant I had my pick of the women. I hung out by the bar for a while and eyed my prospects while working on my first drink. I even tried to flirt with Jenni, the cute red-headed bartender a little, just to warm up. She knew me as a regular, and I thought she liked me, either because I tipped well or because I was a pretty good-looking guy. Usually she liked to flirt with me a bit, but she clearly swamped, and a little annoyed at my attempts at conversation with her, so I let her get back to work.

I chatted up a couple of girls as they came for drinks, but they mostly moved on, either here with other guys or not looking to find a hook up at the moment. After about an hour I found myself talking to this adorable little blonde girl from Amsterdam. Her English wasn’t great, but we managed to understand each other well enough and I think she liked me. From what I understood this was her first stop on a trip across Europe, and she would be flying to Dublin the next evening. I managed to get across the fact that I lived just down the street, which seemed to make her very happy. I couldn’t believe my luck. Usually I had to work a girl for a week or two before taking her home, but it seemed like I would be taking the beautiful little Dutch lady home with me tonight!

I notice Jenni come back around and motion to her to order two more drinks. I feel like I’m almost there with this girl, but need to get a little looser. I can already feel myself getting too excited. As Jenni comes down the bar that’s when I hear it, in all the clamor of the bar, a high, sultry, unmistakable kırklareli escort voice right behind.

“Oh. My. God. Billy?” I turn around to see Angela standing right behind me. “I knew that was you. I can’t believe you’re back here.” She say with a huge grin on her face.

“Angela… I thought you were going back to the States.” I stammer.

“I was supposed to, but I decided to extend my trip a bit. I didn’t want to be… disappointed by how it ended.”

I gave a nervous laugh. Jenni handed me the drinks, and gave me an amused look. She knew I was a bit of a player here and probably figured this was an awkward encounter with a one-night stand. But she had no idea how awkward it was. I took the drinks and handed one to the Dutch girl. Angela immediately turned her attention to her, looked back me, and gave a derisive chuckle.

“Trust me honey” Angela practically leaned over me to talk to the blonde “don’t waste your time. You’ll be disappointed.” The girl looked confused, and thankfully I realized she didn’t really understand what was going on. I decided to try and take a little power back in the situation. Besides, I was the regular here, Angela was just a tourist.

“Sorry” I said to the blonde, completely ignoring Angela “She’s just a jealous ex.” Looking into her eyes I think I get the point across, but then I hear a loud scoff from Angela.

“Jealous!? Ex!?” She’s practically yelling, and now other people around us are starting to pay attention. “You have the tiniest penis that I have ever seen!”

That she did yell. The rest of the bar seemed to go completely silent, and I feel everyone’s eyes on us.

“Like a fucking baby’s dick.” She continues. She’s not yelling as loud, but it doesn’t matter, everyone is looking at us. “I swear it was smaller than my pinky.” She then looks at the blonde and just to make sure she gets the point across, wiggles her pinky finger at me. “And you couldn’t even get it up! I mean look at me. I was completely naked on top of you, and you could get your shriveled little dick to rise to the occasion until I pinched it for half an hour. Then, when you were almost as big as my thumb, you came all over yourself. Honestly, I haven’t never seen such a tiny little dick in my life. And you have the nerve to call me jealous!”

I could hear laughing from some people, and somewhere in the bar some people yelling. “Get him girl” comes out from one corner. I look over to the blonde and see her starting to giggle, clearly understanding the situation. Looking over at Jenni I see her shaking afyon escort her head at me with a little smirk. Clearly she’s not going to help at all. I figure the best way to save face is try to escape while I can.

“Whatever, lying bitch.” I say mostly out of embarrassment as I try to walk past Angela, but she grabs me by the shirt collar and pushes be back against the bar. Not for the first time, I’m surprised by how strong she is.

“Bitch!? If anyone here is a little bitch, it’s you.” She said to hoots and hollers from all around. Despite myself, and the sheer horror of the situation, I felt stirring in my pants. My blood was pumping harder than ever and her aggressive touch on my chest was getting me excited. I knew I had to get out of there.

“Just let me go.” I said, and tried to push past again, but it’s too late. She had a firm grip, and I saw her eyes wondering downwards.

“Oh my fucking God. Are you getting hard right now?”

“No!” I protest, but it is futile.

“Seriously, these tits.” She cups her ample breasts to remind me of them. “and me rubbing your little nub for so long couldn’t get you up. But now you’re getting hard? You really are just a little perv.”

“Fuck you no I’m not, you’re just a liar.”

“Go ahead and prove it then.

“Let me go.”

“Come one little Billy, show me what you couldn’t show me the other night. Let’s see if your really can get bigger than my thumb.” Without waiting she started to go for my belt. I tried to take the opportunity to run away, but then I felt more hands on me. The Dutch girls has grabbed one shoulder, and another girl I didn’t know had grabbed the other. Angela had made quick work of my belt and was already going to undo my pants. I couldn’t believe this was happening, that nobody was going to stop this, but I felt more hands restraining me and everyone in the Pub staring can catcalling. Many of them had their phones out. All the time, I could feel my dick throbbing.

In just another moment Angela has my pants undone and in one swift move yanks them all the way down. Out pops my little boner, pushing and throbbing as hard as it could get. Looking down at it I see it can’t be more than four inches, and is incredibly thin. From all around me the Pub bursts into laughter. The blonde let go of my shoulder because she was giggling uncontrollably, saying something in Dutch as she pointed at my little cock. Calls of “it’s so tiny” and “it is fucking hard, and so small” and more comments blend together. I notice even Jenni leaned over the bar to get a amasya escort better look.

Angela is the only one I could see not laughing. She just stood in front of me with a triumphant smirk. “Honestly, I’m impressed. That little hard-on is way bigger than you were before.” She looks down at it, and I see that same look in her eye after I came and she called me pathetic. “But I still wouldn’t bother.”

“Let’s get him on the bar, I can’t quite see it from here.” I heard Jenni’s playful Irish voice from behind me. I couldn’t believe it. but before I knew it more hands were hoisting me up.

“I don’t think you’ll be able to see it anyway.” Jessica said as her strong hands pushed my back down so I was laying flat on top of the bar.

My pants were gone and I was being held down, my little four inch manhood standing straight up for all the bar to see. There were flashes and phones getting video all around me, and I knew everyone could see what little I had to show.

“Moment of truth.” Angela said from beside me. “Let’s see if that little thing really is bigger than my thumb.” She leaned against me as she extended her arm over me, pushing her breasts against my chest. She held her fist over my groin and pointed her thumb out, holding it against my dick and a thumbs down manner. It brushed against my pubic hair, but there was about half an inch left between the point of her thumb and and my pubic bone.

“Awww, you’re just barely bigger. I’m sorry, you’re right, it did get… a little bigger.”

More calls from around the bar like “yeah right” and “thumb dick” followed.

“Looks like your thumb is still thicker than the little prick though.” Jenni chimed in. I had no idea she could be so cruel. I looked over at her to see she was completely relishing in my horror.

“Now, let’s give the little guy a drink.” Before I knew he she had a clear handheld tap in her hand. The fact that the little nozzle was about as big as my dick was clear to everyone around. Without mercy she sprayed it and a powerful jet of cold water hit my dick. The very shock of it, all of the excitement and attention and my heart pounding in my chest became too much to handle. Just as the water hit my dick, it came.

More laughter, and calls of disbelief came from all around. “Holy shit.” Jenni was saying, still spraying my deflating dick with cold water. “I had no idea that would happen, you really are a minute man.”

“More like second man.” The heavily accented voice of the blonde girl chimed in to more laughter. I could feel myself shrinking, and knew before long my shriveled, half inch nub would be on display to the entire bar. I would never be able to come back here again.

Just as I tried to phase it all out, to pretend I was unconscious, not even there, Angela leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Next time think you about picking up a girl, just remember how pathetic you really are.”

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Over the next few weeks the house would settle into a routine. Gladys and Bev would go to work as normal and try to do their jobs but they would always find time to make love to each other. They would take their lunches together and go for a drive and find a quiet secluded spot and have sex and then Gladys would punish Bev and then they would return to the college and act as if things were no different.

At home David would be the boss of the house and he would decide on a daily basis who he was going to take to his bed and make love to or should I say have sex with. There was no love involved in these sessions. This was reserved for when they were in the front room and he and Bev would act as husband and wife and Gladys would be treated as the guest.

The only real difference was that David had softened slightly and had purchased a couple of mattresses that would be brought out at night and the women could sleep on them if they chose but neither of them tended to get much sleep because they had strict instructions that the fridge had to be emptied by the morning.

If this was not achieved then the punishment round would kick in. David would first of all punish Gladys for not supervising Bev and then Gladys would punish Bev for not emptying the contents of the fridge that night.

Gladys had settled well into the family. She had adopted her role as submissive to David and accepted the punishment that he would give to her and she would take it gladly and then she also enjoyed punishing Bev if she did not do things to the standard that Gladys expected and that was never good enough so she got to punish Bev all the time.

Things however were about to change and it was all David’s idea. He wanted to adapt the house so that they could hold BDSM parties because he wanted to show his women off. However he did not want people in his house-that was his private domain. He had thought hard and long about the issue and then the idea had come to him.

There was a barn in the grounds of the house that had done nothing for years and really should have been knocked down. It was taking up valuable land and in this part of the country that was money that would be good in the bank but between him and Bev they made enough money that they did not need anymore. He had plans for the barn.

One day he made an appointment to go and see an architect friend to discuss the project. He knew that he could trust this architect because he was a dominant and his wife was his submissive. They sat in his office and discussed David’s plans for the barn and ultimately what he wanted to turn it into to.

His friend made notes and agreed that it was a good idea but that perhaps it would be better to knock the barn down and start again. David listened to what his friend had to say and he had to admit that it made sense and that he would leave it to his friend to sort out the details and get back to him.

David returned home with a spring in his step and knew that he was going to have some fun tonight. By the time that he got home there was still no sign of the women. He assumed that they would have gone shopping for the day and that they would probably be home in about an hour’s time. He poured himself a whisky and thought about his idea.

He could not wait for work to start on the barn. He would get his friend to put a huge tarpaulin over it and not tell the women what he had planned. He wanted to surprise them. He wanted to surprise himself also so he had told his friend that he had total control over what happened to the barn.

He sat there and enjoyed his whisky and waited for the ladies to come home. About an hour later and on his second whisky of the day David heard the car pull into the drive and he heard the girls get out of the car. He could hear Gladys’s voice as she barked orders at Bev.

“Come on bitch help me out of the car.”

He went to the window and looked out and what he saw made him very erect. Bev was dressed differently to how she had gone to work. She had on a tight white blouse which enhanced her breasts and it was pretty obvious that she had no bra on and she had completed the look with a black leather skirt that just about covered her buttocks.

When she stretched up to give Gladys a hand out of the car David got a good look at her naked buttocks and he became erect at the thought that Gladys would be looking down at her naked pussy and he could not wait to make love to her.

Gladys was helped out of the car and then she turned to Bev and said.

“Go on slut get the bags out of the car and bring them into the house.”

“Yes Mistress.” Said Bev.

Bev went to the back of the car and began to unload the bags and David watched as she struggled with all the bags. There must have been eight of them and they were all heavily laden with food and Bev was really artvin escort struggling.

It was not helped by the fact that when Gladys came into the house she closed the door behind her. David stood there and watched as Bev stood looking at the closed door with her hands full of the bags of food. David thought he would go and give her a hand but Gladys obviously had a plan in mind and he decided it was not his place to intervene.

He watched as Bev reached up and tried to open the door still holding onto the bags of food. She got hold of the handle and was doing well until one of the bags began to slip and then he heard the crash as the bag dropped to the floor. Gladys was quick to hear the crash as well.

She stormed to the door and flung it open and looked at the mess on the ground and looked with disdain at Bev.

“You stupid little bitch. That is good food and money you have just wasted.”

“Yes Mistress. I am sorry Mistress.” Said Bev.

“Sorry does not cut it missy.” Replied Gladys.

“Bring the rest of the bags in and I will think about what I am going to do with you for this fuck-up.” Said Gladys.

“Yes Mistress.” Replied Bev.

She struggled into the house with the rest of the bags and Gladys watched as she put the food away and then she looked at Bev and said.

“Strip for me bitch.”

“Yes Mistress.” Replied Bev.

David walked into the hallway still holding onto his whisky and looked at the scene that was unfurling in front of him. He was sporting an erection and someone was going to get fucked pretty soon.

Together David and Gladys watched as Bev removed the two items of clothing that she had on. It did not take her more than a minute before she was stood there naked in front of the pair of them. David had to admit that she looked even sexier now that she had begun to put on the pounds and he loved to have sex with her and grab hold of the handles of fat that she now had.

Once she was naked Gladys stepped forward and cupped her pussy and rammed a couple of fingers into it and began to masturbate it. Bev could not help it. She soon became very aroused as Gladys moved her fingers in and out of her pussy. She was fast approaching her orgasm when Gladys suddenly stopped pulled out her fingers, licked them clean and said.

“Now get down on your knees and clean that food up and you do not get up until it has all gone and I do not care if it makes you sick. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress.” Replied Bev.

Gladys and David watched as naked Bev went to the front door and got down on her knees and began to eat at the food on the doorstep. In the meantime David went up to Gladys and said.

“Come and suck my cock. That has made me so horny.”

“Yes Sir.” Said Gladys.

David walked into the front room and dropped his trousers and his trunks and took his place in his usual seat and waited for Gladys to waddle into the room. It took her a little while but she eventually made it and managed to get down on her knees and looked at David’s cock. She loved his cock and she was almost at the point of worshipping it.

Down on her knees she looked at David’s cock for a minute and then she began to hold it in the palm of her hand. She loved the fact that David kept it so smooth — it meant she did not get a mouth full of pubic hair which she hated. She just let his cock rest there in the palm of her hand.

David was in no hurry and he knew that Bev would be quite a while cleaning up the doorstep so he could allow Gladys to have her little bit of pleasure with his cock. He was contemplating whether or not he was going to cumm today and really give Gladys a present. He would decide when he saw how hard she worked his cock.

Gladys began to stroke the cock of David. She moved her hand up and down the shaft of the cock and soon she was lost in her own thoughts as she worked on the cock. She imagined that David was actually making love to her instead of having sex with her. She knew that this would never happen but it was her favourite fantasy.

Her hand moved up and down the shaft and she could feel it grow to its full erection and she knew that she was doing well with the work that she was doing on David’s cock and she could not wait to take it into her mouth and taste it.

She worked the shaft for a good ten minutes and then she opened her mouth and began to take David’s cock into it. She worked on the head of his cock before she moved her mouth and slid it down the shaft until it was totally buried in her mouth and was hitting the back of her throat and she was buried in his groin.

She let it rest there for a moment as she got used to her mouth being so full then she began to move her head up and down the shaft of the cock. She heard David groan in pleasure which aydın escort was a first for her and she hoped that this signalled the fact that David was going to give her his cumm to swallow. It would make her day.

Gladys was spurred on by this groan and she worked her mouth harder and faster up and down the shaft. She put out her hand and began to massage the smooth balls of David. They felt so good in her hand she wanted to kiss them but she was concentrating on the shaft for the moment.

She swirled her tongue around the head of David’s cock and again she heard David groan. She knew that he was on the verge of cumming and she was not going to let this opportunity go. She did not get to taste his cumm that often and she knew that it tasted ever so good and she was getting ready to receive it.

David reached down and held her head hard onto his cock and then he thrust forward and almost made Gladys gag as he began to spurt his cumm down the back of her throat. He gave her five good squirts of his cumm and Gladys was pleased that she was able to swallow it all down.

David pulled his cock out of Gladys’s mouth and wiped it clean on the face of Gladys and then he said to her.

“Go and check on the progress of Bev and make sure that she is doing a good job.”

“Yes Master.” Said Gladys.

She struggled to get off her knees but she eventually managed it and walked out of the front room and went to check on the progress of Bev. She got there just as Bev was finishing up. Gladys had to admit that she had done a good job but she still needed to be punished for dropping the bag in the first place.

Bev stood up and said.

“I have finished Mistress. I hope you are pleased with the job that I have done?”

“I am very pleased and the doorstep looks really clean but you know that you still need to be punished for dropping the bag in the first place.”

“I thought that was my punishment.” Replied Bev.

“No Bev that was your humiliation. Now you need to be punished.”

“Yes Mistress.” Said Bev.

“Let us go into the kitchen so that we can administer the punishment.” Said Gladys.

“Yes Mistress.” Replied Bev.

Gladys led the way and Bev followed behind. She did not mind this because she got to look at the wonderful arse of Gladys that she aspired to have. She knew that she was making progress but it was not happening fast enough for her but she could eat no more than what she was doing.

They eventually made it to the kitchen and Gladys told Bev to bend over one of the stools that were propped under the breakfast bar. Bev pulled out one of the stools and laid herself over it and stuck out her arse ready to receive her punishment. She wondered what her Mistress was going to use on her.

It was always something new and she quite often never got to find out what it was that had been used on her buttocks. It was almost an adventure for Bev because of the build-up of the anticipation that Gladys always created. She could not move that fast and she took her time to decide what to use to administer the punishment.

She rifled through the utensil rack but she thought that she had used most of these on Bev already and she wanted something different to use today. She was feeling particularly sadistic and she really wanted to take the passion that had built up within her whilst sucking David’s cock out on Bev. She needed a release of energy.

She went to the cupboard in the kitchen and there she found exactly what she was looking for. Hanging there was a wooden coat-hanger and it was ideal to administer some punishment to Bev. She took it off the hook and waddled back into the kitchen and made it behind the butt of Bev and got ready to administer the punishment to Bev.

Gladys pulled the coat-hanger and brought it hard down on Bev’s buttocks. Bev flinched but she did not move. She knew that if she did that this would only bring her further punishment and whatever Gladys was using had really stung and she did not want any more than the requisite six strokes that she normally received.

Gladys stepped back and looked at the effect that one stroke of the coat-hanger had produced to Bev’s buttocks and she smiled at the result. Her buttocks had already begun to welt and she still had five more strokes to administer. She stepped back towards Bev and got ready to complete the punishment.

She pulled the coat-hanger back again and brought it as hard down as she could on Bev’s buttocks. Five more times she did this and by the time that she had finished Bev’s buttocks were covered in red welts. Gladys walked round to Bev’s head and pulled it up by the hair ad looked into her eyes.

She could see the tears running down Bev’s face and she was impressed that not once had Bev cried out whilst she had received balıkesir escort the punishment. She was learning to be a good slave and Gladys decided that she would perhaps need to be a bit crueller to Bev because she had got into a comfort zone when it came to punishment.

She began to speak to Bev as if to further humiliate her and said.

“Do you know I have just sucked your husband’s cock and he actually gave me his cumm and now I have got to administer punishment to the gorgeous arse of his wife? What a perfect day. All I need now is for someone to lick my pussy and do you know who that is going to be Bev?”

“I guess that would be my job Mistress.” Responded Bev.

“You are learning. Let’s go to the spare bedroom as Master David has not given us permission to use the Master Suite and I do not fancy asking him.”

“Yes Mistress.” Said Bev.

Again Gladys led the way and Bev could not take her eyes of those glorious buttocks and now she was going to get the chance to make love to her Mistresses pussy. She hoped that she would get the chance to take those buttocks into her hands at some point. She was getting moist just at the thought of it.

They finally made it up the stairs and went into the spare bedroom and Bev watched as Gladys climbed onto the bed and made herself comfortable and looked up at Bev and said.

“Climb onto the bed and join me. I need a cuddle.”

“Yes Mistress.” Said Bev.

She walked to the bed and climbed on and shuffled her way up until she was in line with Gladys. She opened her arms and Gladys rolled over and snugged into them. Bev made sure that she held her Mistress tight. She loved to feel her in her arms and she saw it as a reward that she was allowed to do such an intimate act with her Mistress.

They cuddled for a good ten minutes and without thinking about it. Bev moved her hands and began to caress the breasts of her Mistress. Gladys did not say anything. She was enjoying being snuggled and she was quite happy to allow Bev to touch her breasts as she was turning her on and it would enhance her cumm when she eventually allowed Bev to kiss her pussy.

Bev ran her hands over the breasts of her Mistress and watched as her nipples began to grow and she knew that she was arousing her Mistress and that her pussy would be very wet. Bev caressed the flesh of her breasts for a good few minutes and then she moved to her Mistresses nipples.

She rolled Gladys’s nipples between her finger and her thumb and heard Gladys moan out loud. Gladys put out a hand and said.

“Get down between my legs and make love to my pussy.”

“Yes Mistress.” Said Bev.

She moved down the bed and got down to the pussy of her Mistress. She could not see it clearly because of the chubby thighs of her Mistress. She had to physically pick up the legs of Gladys to part them enough so that she could get a good view of her pussy. Finally she had got Gladys’s legs open enough that she could clearly see her pussy.

Bev reached out a hand and touched the pussy of her Mistress and felt how wet it was and she could not wait to taste it but first of all she wanted to play with it. She looked up at Gladys and said.

“May I pet your pussy Mistress?”

Gladys looked down at her and said.

“You may for a couple of minutes but not for too long. I am in need of an orgasm and I would rather have it sooner rather than later.”

“Yes Mistress.” Replied Bev.

Bev moved towards the pussy of Gladys and began to kiss it. She kissed it as she would the lips of her Mistress. She petted the pussy for a good five minutes until Gladys said.

“That is enough Bev. I need my orgasm and I need it now.”

Bev stopped kissing the pussy of her Mistress and began to work on the pussy to make sure that she could bring Gladys to orgasm. She opened up the pussy of her Mistress and then she stuck her tongue in and began to lick her out.

Bev moved her tongue in and out of Gladys’s pussy and heard Gladys begin to groan in pleasure. She knew that administering the punishment to her arse had turned her Mistress on and it would not be long before she had her orgasm. In and out went Bev’s tongue.

Gladys humped off the bed and pushed her pussy onto Bev’s tongue. She needed to cumm and she needed to cumm sooner rather than later. She shouted at Bev.

“Make me cumm bitch.”

Bev works harder and faster on her Mistresses pussy and suddenly she felt the pussy juice begin to leak out of her Mistresses pussy as she began to have her orgasm. Gladys cannot take any more of the licking and screams out.

“I am cumming slut. Oh shit you have made me cumm.”

With that she begins to squirt her love juice into the air. It was almost like she was pissing herself there was that much of a squirt going on. She collapsed onto the bed and released Bev. Bev moved up the bed and back into the arms of her Mistress.

Whilst David is downstairs enjoying his whisky they take the chance to allow themselves a little sleep in the bed. David comes up the stairs and sees them asleep and decides to have one more whisky before waking them for the night ahead.

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I had met Sally in 1992 whilst doing a business college course, she was lovely, good looking, slim and had the most wonderful smile I had ever seen, it was love at first sight.

I had taken the course because of pressure from work, they wanted to promote me and thought that I was too inexperienced and the course would help me understand the finer points of management, they were right but it was a struggle never the less. Sally had a strange career path in the fact that she was a working as an apprentice in a tattoo parlour. She had started the course off her own back because she did not like working for other people and eventually wanted to start her own business. This was good that she had ambition, but I hadn’t ever known anyone who had worked in one of those places, and I felt a little uneasy but also curious at the same time.

I had an invite to the studio one Saturday, it was to see Sally at work, which I readily accepted. The artist would prepare the area, place the stencil and outline and Sally would colour the rest of the tattoo, only the simple easy ones that had one or two colours, but not ones that needed shading. She was good, she had a talent and she knew it, but the owner of the parlour “Kev”, a big man with both arms fully covered and a massive amount of rings through his ears kept holding her back saying that she needed to learn slowly and realise that if she went rushing in then sooner or later she is going to screw up and make a mistake that could and would probable follow her as long as she was an artist. You see Sally was very independent and loved to take control, she could take criticism but only in small doses and only from people she respected, she liked Kev, and realised it was important to try and get on with him but she did not actually class him as a friend. Sally simply wanted her own shop.

Time went on and we started to see more and more of each other and then eventually I tried it on, I did all the usual things, a good night out with lots of alcohol, I got her drunk on Brandy and babycham, she was legless, so I called a taxi and took her home, we kissed, cuddled, kissed some more and before I knew it we were both stark naked on the bed, it was one of the best but surprising night I had ever had, She was a virgin, I knew she never talked about old boyfriends but I just thought it was because she kept things private, I had never broke a virgin in before, it was great, but I don’t know if it was because of her being a Virgin or the fact that I had deliberately got her drunk but I felt unbelievably guilty.

Over the next few weeks we talked about her being a virgin and why she had never had sex before, she explained that there was no one she had ever liked that much before, and so what was the point in having sex with someone you knew you weren’t likely to end up with, “END UP WITH”, did she mean she wanted to end up with me, my mind raced, but I soon came to realise that we were meant to be together and so one Friday night I proposed to her and she said yes. Within a week she had moved in to my flat and we started to settle down.

About two weeks later we were both lying on the couch watching TV, when she quietly said Dave, yes I replied, do you love me, yes I replied, can I give you a ring? What sort of ring I asked, an engagement ring, one to show that we are together and always will be a couple. I thought shit, I hadn’t mentioned rings because of the cost and the fact that we were saving for a house. I said why bother and we needed to save, she got up off the couch stood in front of me and said “I want to give you a ring”, I don’t want one back, will you let me. Yes okay give me a ring I said, she came to me, kissed me and took me to bed where we had the most wonderful sex ever. The next day she phoned me at work and asked me to finish early so that she could give me my surprise, and that I was to meet her at her work.

I reached the parlour at about 5.30pm and was worrying a little because I was about two hours late, I hadn’t taken my mobile with me and thought that she was going to go wild. I got to the parlour and went to open the door but it was wouldn’t open, I pushed the door a couple of times, rattling the steel ironwork behind the door but it was locked, I turned around and straight in front of me was Sally, sorry I’m late but, SSSSSHHHHHH don’t worry about it, I knew you would come, and she gently kissed me and then said come on, and opened the door.

Inside was cold and a little dark, she put the lighting on and I said where are we going for the ring. She looked at me and said “nowhere just here” what do you mean I said?, Dave do you love me, YES, do you trust me, YES, then sit down and Ill give you your ring, what a tattoo, you mean a tattoo, yes she said, a lovely tattoo, one that will join us forever, now if you love me sit down, shut up, and do not speak until I have finished. I was gobsmacked, I looked at her and I don’t know why but I just said okay and sat down. She cleaned my hand and then said “remember, be quiet”, and then produced a cloth scarf and blind folded me. I kept quiet, my mind racing about what was about to happen, and had a massive erection at the same time. The first thing I heard was a loud bussing that lasted for half a second, then again but a little longer, but I felt no pain, what was she doing, why was she teasing me, she must be testing it I thought, but bursa escort then she picked up my left hand and I felt the pain, the sharp intense almost burning pain, it hurt, it really hurt, but after a couple of minutes the pain eased. I was trying to picture in my mind what pattern she was doing, how large and no matter how I tried I could not follow it.

The actual tattoo took longer than what I thought but after turning and twisting my hand and finger countless times and always being in a constant state of arousal with a hard-on she stopped tattooing and said “there, its finished”. She untied the blindfold and I looked at my finger, I sat there looking in silence, my wedding ring finger was tattooed with a most intricate pattern, it looked like a series of intertwining knots which were multi coloured, blue, red, black, green, I lost count, but the tattoo reached completely from the knuckle to the first joint of the finger, it was huge, and it went all the way round my finger, not a gap, not a speck of normal skin colour, my mind was going ten to the dozen, ranging from work, friends, family, Sally, “well, do you like it”, I looked at her still in a state of shock and said, “I love it”, and kissed her and gave her a big hug and we just made love on the tattoo parlour reclining chair, after we had finished making love she looked at me and said “you are mine now”. Over the next few days you will have to keep it clean and don’t pick at the scabs, she said. Over the following week I tried to keep it clean as much as possible but the scabs formed, and fell off, I had a slight infection on the top closest to my knuckle, but I was up until then a tattoo virgin.

We were again watching TV when Sally gently pulled my finger to her eyes and started to inspect it, it needs touching up, you’ve lost some colour and the edges are weak, you didn’t look after it properly. Do you like it and did you like having it done, yes and yes I replied. Good she said, then wait here, she went to the bedroom and came back with a selection of colours and the tattoo gun, what are you doing I said, Just what you want she replied, and remember keep quiet.

As the first needle prick punctured my skin I again got the hugest erection, Sally looked at me and said “this really turns you on doesn’t it”, it must do I replied, and just sat there whilst she started to touch up the coloured parts. She then got changed guns and started to outline the edges once more, but this time instead of stopping at the first joint of my finger she continued the pattern past the knuckle and slowly kept going, I had had my instructions to keep quiet but had to fight to keep my mouth shut. Once she reached the tip I realised there was no point in saying anything because if I did then I would have a finger covered in black lines and no colour. The tattooing continued, twisting and turning my hand as she did so. Eventually she wiped all the excess ink off along with the blood, placed the gun on the living room table, cane towards me and without a word just smiled, kissed me long and sensuous, and then unbuttoned my jeans to let my long lasting erection spring out of my pants, not a word was spoken, she just went down on me, it was the first time she had done this and it was great, she was gentle and firm at the same time, she started off at just the top and slowly worked up and down until all of me was inside her throat. I just lay back and enjoyed the ride, all the time looking and inspecting my one and only coloured finger, it was completely coloured from knuckle to tip in bright colours the knot was the same but below it was a maze of tiny images, I looked closely and they were dragons, bright richly coloured dragons. I just came, and Sally just kept on sucking and swallowing, once she came up she was silent and smiled, she came to me and pushed her tongue straight into my mouth, I thought what about the spunk, but I had just had the best blowjob ever and I thought what the hell, she hadn’t swallowed all of it I soon realised as I had a mouthful of salty slimy sperm. I just thought sod it and carried on kissing her and in seconds had another major erection. We did not make love but we had wild frantic sex, it was great, it was different to our normal love making, it was wild untamed anything goes type sex, and it opened our eyes to what we had been missing.

Monday morning I was sacked from my job. It was inappropriate to have a trainee manager with tattoos that were in open view, I was gutted but had been expecting it or something similar. I sat there in the flat waiting for Sally, it seemed ages but when she came home she already knew, she had tried to phone me at work to see what was happening when my boss told her that she had ruined my career and how would I ever get a decent job again. He was right of course but if I had to choose between my career and upsetting Sally then There would be no contest, Sally would come first every time. And this is what I said to sally, we made love talked and just lay there in each others arms. Three weeks later I was still unemployed, loads of interviews but the moment they see the finger its all over. I did not know what to do, where to go, nothing and I seemed to start slipping in effort, I could not or would not bother to do much, just sit there moping.

Can I pierce your ears Sally said, why not, it will be different, çanakkale escort will it hurt I asked? “Very much” she said, I want to use a dermal punch on them, a what I said? A dermal punch, its like what they use for punching holes in leather, once its done I shall fit a gold spacer tube to help keep it open and help stop infection. You will have tiny see through holes in your ear lobes. You will look great.

The next thing I knew we were in the tattoo parlour and had ice packs on my ears trying to deaden them so the pain would be less. I was again lying on the reclining chain, but the next thing that happened surprised me, she said I want to handcuff you to stop you jumping out of the chair and hurting yourself, okay feel free I said. I was handcuffed and again blindfolded, I knew I had to be quiet before she even told me. She started to fiddle with my left ear lobe and I felt something being lined up, she seemed to take ages but then there was the worst pain I had ever had and a loud popping noise, I knew she had removed the centre of my lobe and I could feel blood dripping onto my neck, she sprayed something onto it and then quickly started to pull and push at my ear, and after some severe pain and a short amount of time it was done. One down and one to go she said, as she kissed me, The pain was intense and even after it still hurt, but it was what Sally wanted, I loved her and would do anything for her and she knew it. She moved to the right side and again I felt her align something onto my earlobe and again an almighty pain shot through me, this didn’t hurt as much as the left one but after it was done, still blind folded I gently shook my head and my ears felt different, heavier, they touched the side of my head as I shook. She kissed me again and still handcuffed and blindfolded she undid my jeans and gently pulled out me semi-hard dick, the next thing she done puzzled me, she got one of the ice packs and held it on the underside of my dick. It obviously went small and I was wondering what she was going to do when she polled my foreskin back and I felt a sharp short pain, she had pierced my dick, she pulled and tugged a little and then said “there all finished”, no sex for a week for you. I couldn’t believe what had just happened, I had gone in to have my ears pierced and ended up having my dick done.

She undid the handcuffs and removed the blindfold and I looked down at my dick, there on the back of my dick coming straight through the hole was a gold ring, “its called a prince Albert” she said, fucking excellent I said, but what do you mean I wont be having sex for a week, you are going to have to keep it clean, your urine will help it heal quickly and you can always service me with your mouth.

She held up a mirror and I saw that she wasn’t kidding about punching holes in my ears, Jesus, what size hole did you put in, there huge. 9mm she said, to start with. I looked at my ears and they looked like they had been stretched and had large gold tubes in them. Well they’re different, I said, they’ll take some getting used to. She just smiled and asked me if I liked them and I said YES.

In a matter of weeks I had had my entire wedding finger tattooed, my ears ringed and my dick pierced, time was flying, and I have to admit to myself I loved all of it and Sally knew it.

The job interviews were a waste of time, I could only get factory jobs doing labouring and there was no way |I was going to do that. Sally and I were laying in bed one morning when she said “why don’t we open our own shop”, how do you mean I said, You know rent a shop and start doing tattooing and piercing. Its very popular and with you helping me I am sure we could make it succeed. Lets go for it I said, but where are we going to start. Don’t worry I have already found a place, it’s a bit dirty and needs decorating, but its cheap and with the savings we have already made we can afford the first twelve months rent easily.

Four weeks later and hands covered with blisters the shop was ready, and to celebrate we placed a half page advert in our local newspaper. The day of the opening was quiet, we had half a dozed men and women come in to look around and a young man came in to have tribal arm work done. We had not made out fortune but we had made a start. Over the following months I would become the apprentice and would start by colouring in single colour parts the same as Sally had done. I helped with and learnt the piercing process’s, we were making money and we were fast becoming comfortable. Occasionally when we had quiet days Sally would practice alternative piercing on me like my scrotum, and the rim that runs around the head of my dick (dydoe), I soon eventually became quite a sight, I had fourteen piercing’s in each ear, my septum done, both eyebrows and my tongue twice. I had never been able to entice Sally to carry on with the tattooing on me, she always said “wait, be patient”, she had not made her mind up on how she wanted to cover me. I once suggested that I could tattoo myself and she had a fit, if you do you’ll regret it, she promised. I didn’t dare continue the questioning.

Days, weeks months had passed and the business was doing okay, when a lady came in and asked if we did permanent makeup. No not yet said Sally, but we will be soon and had the lady’s phone number and said that she would rize escort call her when she was confident and capable. The lady left and I turned to Sally and said “what’s permanent makeup”, she said it was a form of tattooing that mimicked normal cosmetics and she had read that the permanent makeup business was really taking off and we needed to get into the line so as we could get an early start. We spent the next week looking up everything we could find on the internet about tattooed makeup, and soon realised that we needed to try it on someone, I asked Sally if I could de her and she said no way, you are not experienced enough and that it ought to be her that tattoos me, get stuffed I said. There’s no way that I am going to have makeup tattooed on. She didn’t speak to me for the next three days, no sex, no food, nothing. On the fourth day I said that this couldn’t continue and it was ridiculous that she would even contemplate turning me into a woman. She looked at me and said that she was a highly skilled tattoo artist and that she would not do anything to me that would hurt me, she loved me and if and when she did the technique she would only use subtle colours and would make a perfect job of it. And if after completing the process I did not like it she would pay for the laser treatment to have it removed. I said that she wasn’t playing fair and just as usual eventually I just caved in.

The day was a Tuesday it was sunny and well into the seventies, when she said that the shop would not be opening in the morning because she had a little surprise for me. I knew this day would come and I dreaded it, she had me lie back onto the tattooing chair, she than pulled out a digital camera and said that she needed before and after shots to show people what is possible. She then started to apply some sort of topical anaesthetic to my eyes, I froze to the chair the time seemed to pass very slowly and after about two to three minutes she said that she was going to give me eyeliner, upper and lower and again keep quiet and still. The initial thought of someone coming close to my eyes with a needle scared me, but I decided that I trusted her and that if we were to have a future I should show this. The first sting of the needle hurt but not as bad as I was expecting, she slowly worked on my right eye first, she said that she had to complete the upper and lower on each eye first because of the swelling and she worked quickly, I tried to look and see what colour she was using but couldn’t manage to see. She then placed a cold wet cotton pad over my right eye and then started to do my left, carefully repeating the stroking lines left to right each time. Eventually she again wiped my eye and placed another cold wet cotton pad over my left eye and told me to keep still. I sat there thinking what colour has she done, how wide has she gone, I had felt her exceed my eye rim whilst tattooing me but due to the anaesthetic and endorphins kicking in I was unsure. Then I felt her wipe my mouth over with some sort of damp cloth and again told me to keep still, then the buzzing started all over again, she was tattooing around the edge of my mouth. I am sure I started to cry under the cotton pads, but still kept quiet and still. I felt her trace the lower and then the upper rim on my lip with the tattoo ink, I actually started to get hard again below and Sally noticed, she just gently rubbed my jeans and then carried on tattooing me.

She sat back and wiped my lips to get the blood and the excess ink off again, why was she doing this to me, did she love me, if she did then why?

Sally removed the eye pads and again got the digital camera to take more shots of the before and after photos. She held a mirror to my face and I just stared mouth open, my eyes seemed larger because they were surrounded with thick jet black lines and even had little ticks at the ends of the eyes to exaggerate the eye. I looked down and saw my lips, they had been lined with a very dark red ink, and the centre had a high cupids bow again highly exaggerated. I just stood there saying nothing, just realising that there was no turning back now, without Sally I was ruined, no one would want me, I would not be able to work. I looked at Sally and said “thank you”, she kissed me on the lips gently and then on each eye gently and said now lets go home to bed. Before we left Sally phoned the lady who wanted the permanent makeup done and told her that she was happy that she had perfected the technique and had a living subject to show her. An appointment was made for the following Thursday. We went home and made love only this time it was different, Sally got on top and literally fucked me. The following Thursday The lady turned up and was introduced to me, she at first looked puzzled as to why a young man would let this be done to him, she closely inspected my eyeliner and said to Sally “perfect”, and “do you do eye shadow”, Sally looked at me and said within the next seven days I will, I almost came in my pants as she said this. The lady had the eyeliner done and we carried on as usual, I had a few stares at first and these soon subsided, but shortly after the initial tattooed makeup was applied a middle aged woman came into the shop and asked to speak to the owner. She and Sally had a long talk in the other side of the shop and then left, I asked who she was and Sally said that she was a local TV produced who was looking for alternative ideas to do programmes on and that she had heard of the tattooed eyeliner and lip liner off one of her friends and that on Saturday she wanted to come and film me having the next stage of the process done. We would be paid six thousand pounds as long as I was willing to be made over.

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“What is the big man thinking? He didn’t even swing at that one. So this is strike two. Looks like this is going to be a Casey At The Bat story. So folks I’d like to thank you for taking part in this year’s tournament. Seat cushions provided by Parson’s Pest Control. Do you have-“

‘Will that old redneck shut up! God, I hate that poem. This will be the day. This will be the…’

“Holy Mother! The geek’s gotten a hold of that one. Is it… Is it… It is! It’s out of the park ladies and gentleman. The streak is broken. IT five, sales four. The IT department wins. The IT department WINS!”

‘This is the fucking day.’ Andy was all smiles while he jogged around the bases. As he rounded third base he saw his team running to meet him at the home plate.

“Boys”, he shouted, “the party’s at my house!”

2

“So when are we going to get down to this?” Michael asked as he squinted into the late afternoon sun. The nine guys of the IT team lounged around Andy’s back patio. The smell of the last of the barbecue was mingled with the smell of fresh cut grass from a neighbor’s yard. From the look on his teammate’s faces Andy knew he couldn’t make them wait much longer.

“OK. You guys start getting your women out of here and I’ll go get Catherine ready.”

“Get me ready for what?”

Andy’s face sunk as he heard the back door open and the sound of the wives and girlfriends spill out onto the patio. Amidst howls and cheers from the guys Andy met his wife before she made it too far onto the patio.

“Honey, I have a surprise for you” Andy said using his smoothest voice as he led her back into the house.

3

“You set up what?” Catherine asked as her face showed a mask of fear, anger and… interest.

“I checked with every guy, they’re all clean. They are into this and they promised to be discrete.” Andy was starting to feel as if the walls of their bedroom were closing in on him. “This is the perfect opportunity for you to fulfill that fantasy of yours.”

“That’s not the point! You should of talked to me about this.”

“But you said you wanted this to be a surprise?” It was Andy’s turn to show a mix of emotion: fear, confusion and a hint of hope.

Catherine took a steadying breath and tried to calm her voice “But you big dummy, I started my period today.”

Andy now understood her anger, he forgot about biology. With a sheepish, half grin he suggested “We could… uhm… go ahead anyway. I don’t think the guys would mind?”

“But I would!” Catherine’s anger was returning. How dare he surprise her like this?

“OK. OK. We’ll just forget it. I’ll go break it to the guys; they’ll understand. They’re geeks and are used to disappointment. I’ll find another way to make it up to them… somehow.” Shaking his head sadly Andy turned towards the door.

“Oh bullshit. Don’t you try to guilt me like that.” Catherine’s tone froze Andy in his tracks. He realized he’d gone too far. Andy slowly turned back towards his wife. He was bracing for the storm that he’d caused. But what he saw shocked him; his wife was smiling.

“I know you were trying to do something for me and your work friends. You were trying. So give me a few minutes to see if I can figure out something. You run along…” There was a long pause and Andy could almost hear the wheels turning in her head “… and play with the guys.”

Andy opened his mouth to say something but Catherine shushed him. “No questions. Go.” And with that Catherine all but kicked him out of their home.

4

Nathan looked at his boss with concern “What düzce escort do you think she’s planning?”

The question hung in the air for a long time. The crickets were active and the moon was midway up the sky. The guys had been banished to the back yard for several hours now. The only clues about what was awaiting them was the sound of cars coming and going and the stray giggles that could be heard escaping each time the front door was opened and closed. The one time they tried to go inside they were greeted with screams of ‘Get out’, a case of beer, a gallon of tea and a mandate to piss in the tree line if they needed.

Andy shook his head and finally replied “I don’t know man, I really don’t know.”

About 15 minutes before eleven the backdoor opened and Catherine stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, wearing a company league softball uniform.

“OK! Listen up boys. It’s game time.” Catherine’s voice boomed across the patio and echoed into the night. She strode onto the patio, followed by the rest of the women. They all wore company softball uniforms.

Catherine stared at the guys who were all dumbfounded. She cocked her head and took a moment to look each man dead in the eye. A smile started to spread across her face, but she quickly suppressed it.

“Damn it men, go get your asses in uniform. We have a fucking game to play.”

At that last comment the guys looked to Andy for a clue as to what they should do. He shrugged his shoulders and motioned for them to head into the house. With that the guys started to file into the house to get their game bags. As Andy started to follow his teammates, a soft hand pulled him to the side. Thinking Catherine wanted to explain what was going on he waited. After the last of the guys disappeared into the house Catherine, Micheal’s wife Sarah and John’s girlfriend Angie surrounded him as the back door was closed. Angie was almost unable to stop herself from giggling as she put her face near Andy’s and asked, in a tinkling voice, “And where do you think you were going?”

Andy shrugged, hesitated for a moment and said in a confused voice “Umm… with the rest of the team?”

Sarah starred at him, unblinking and cold. She raised one eyebrow and said “But she said for the men to go get dressed.” The stress on ‘men’ wasn’t lost on Andy. It was at that moment that he noticed the telltale bulges in the women’s tight fitting uniform pants.

“Guys let him be. Andi will understand soon enough. Angie would you make sure all the rest of the team gets to the field no sooner than 2:00am. Keep them… entertained until then. Sarah and I have to get our star ready.” The way Catherine said his name, in a girlish, singsong way, did little to calm his growing concern.

As Andy watched Angie bounce into the house a knot formed in the pit of his stomach. Catherine saw him go pale and said, with mock sympathy, “Ah… what’s the matter Honey? Don’t you like surprises?

5

A silent stalemate set in on the patio while the three heard everyone exit the house, vehicles start, and then cars driving off into the night.

“Where’s everyone going?” Andy tried to sound nonchalant but it came out in a pinched, quiet whisper.

Keeping with her cold persona, Sarah replied over her shoulder as she headed into the house. “They are going to a strip club to get ready for the main show later tonight.”

Catherine grabbed Andy’s upper arm and led him into his own house. With a sarcastic voice Catherine added, “Come on sweetie. We have to go get you ready.” Once the trio entered the master bedroom, the women sat Andy on his bed and stood over him. Andy finally found his voice. “What exactly do you have in mind? The guys go to a strip club and I have to sit it out?”

“Not exactly dear” his wife said. Putting her hands on her hips, Catherine took on a slow, friendly voice. It was the type of voice you would use explaining a complicated problem to a child. “Quite to the contrary silly. You will be the center of attention.” For the first time Sarah’s facade broke as a slight giggle escaped her deep red lips. Catherine, ignoring her partner, continued. “I know you are a good man, and that you were trying to bring your team together, so we’re going to help you. If a gangbang is what it is going to take to reward them, then they’re going to get one.”

Andy wasn’t sure where this was going but it didn’t feel like a place he wanted it to. Always hopeful, he suggested “So you’re getting a stripper for this?” His comment elicited a belly laugh from both of the women. Before they had even caught their breath Catherine let out, “No silly gurl, you won’t have to strip.”

Andy’s heart sunk. As the women finished their laughter, Sarah walked over to the bathroom door and grabbed a plastic shopping bag. Catherine resumed her boss posse, hands on her hips with a stern look on her beautiful face. “You promised the guys that they’d get to fuck a hot slut and, since I love you, I’m edirne escort going to help you keep that promise. It’s really the same plan. The only difference is that you are going to be the hot slut.”

Andy’s head was rolling, but he was, by trade, a problem solver. “How about one of the other women? Did you ask them if they wanted to take the role. I mean the fantasy is common enough.” While he started strong, the last sentence came out more like a pleading petition than a strong suggestion.

“Oh, I did! But,” Catherine let a pregnant pause fill the room. She leaned forward and, putting her lips inches from his face, she finished in a soft, sexy tone, “they liked my idea better.” The smile that spread across her face was a mix of triumph, eroticism and just a hint of pure evil. Catherine tweaked his nose, stood up and began to pace in front of him. “You see, you shared one of my deepest, most personal fantasies with everyone in your office. I told you that in confidence, in the throws of passion. Your betrayal of that privacy hurt me, deeply.”

Catherine’s smile slid from her face for the briefest of moments. In that moment, Andy realized the mistake he’d made. He had hurt the person he loved more than anything else in the world. Catherine saw the look of pain on her husband’s face and for a moment considered backing out of her plan, but that moment passed and she rationalized to herself that even if she wanted to back out now she couldn’t. The plan was already set in motion.

“Ah, sweetie. I know you didn’t try to hurt me.” She bent down and lightly touched the side of his face. She looked deep into his big brown eyes and saw that he knew he was in the wrong. He couldn’t hold her glaze and had to look down. Catherine lightly brought his chin up so she once again had his eyes.

“But you did.” her voice matching the sadness in her husband’s eye. “However,” her tone becoming hopeful, “you can fix it and make everything even.” The tears that had started to form at the corner of Andy’s eyes began to dry as he asked “How?”

“Tit for tat dear. You gave away one of my secrets so I get to give away one of yours.” She stood up and pulled over the chair from her makeup table. She sat down and leaned towards her husband like a conspirator in a some great scheme.

“You see, after we exiled you and the guys to the backyard, I talked to the girls. And while a couple of the women even volunteered to help you guys out you had hurt us, all of us. You hurt them by offering their spouses a way to cheat on them, you hurt me by telling everyone my desires and you hurt all of us by not being honest. So I came up with a plan. First I pulled up your computer and showed the girls those sites you like to browse at night?” Andy looked confused, he often caught up on tech news after he got home from work. Catherine saw his confusion and smiled. “Oh, I don’t mean the boring ones. I showed them the fun ones.”

Andy’s mouth went slack as his wife continued.

“I pulled the sites up for all the everyone to see and we went through your history.”

Andy’s eyes went wide. He enjoyed pornography and had never been shy about sharing it with Catherine. In turn, she shared the porn she liked with him. That’s when he first learned about her group sex fantasies. His taste for porn was wide and varying. He liked women, lesbians, lingerie, group, straight, and even a little bit of gay male stuff. But he knew at once what sites she had shown them. “Crossdressers.” The word escaped his lips against his will. It was the one fetish he had that was the hardest one for him to accept. As such it had taken a long time for him to share it with his wife.

Sarah took that as her cue to pull a pair of white stockings with bright red bows from the bag and drop them on the bed.

Catherine’s voice took on a tone of evil joy. “Here’s the deal honey. Tonight you can make amends to me, the other women and give your guys the reward you promised them. All you have to do is, how should I say, take one for the team.” Andy heard Sarah mutter something under her breath about ‘more than one’ but he ignored it.

“And if I can’t?” Andy really didn’t think he could go through with it. This was too much.

Shrugging her shoulders Catherine added, “Then all of the women have promised to never mention what they know about you to their men. The guys will go to the strip club thinking that a night with the dancers was their reward. And they will go back to work on Monday thinking you had bit off more than you could chew. Life will go on for everyone.”

Catherine let another pause hang before she added in a slightly hurt tone, “Except you will have to live knowing that you have betrayed my trust and didn’t try to make it up to me when you had the chance.” She knew he was just trying to make her fantasy a reality and really couldn’t think badly of her husband. He didn’t mean to hurt her and she felt no great animosity towards him. So as she looked down elazığ escort at her husband’s shocked face she knew she was playing an evil game. But what Andy didn’t know was that she had other group sex fantasies; ones she hadn’t shared with him yet. The one she had in mind put her husband of over a decade in the staring role of just such a situation. When else would she get a chance like this?

Andy just sat on the bed he and his wife shared feeling like a monster. What had been an attempt to make everyone happy had just been turned on its head. For a moment he thought hard about saying no. Fantasy and pornography was one thing but these were his friends, neighbors and co-workers. He knew he couldn’t face them come Monday morning. But as he looked up at his wife he knew he would do anything for her. And, if he was honest with himself, he’d seen a few transvestite gangbang videos that he found incredibly arousing. He took a deep breath, looked at the women, and asked with a great deal of resignation “What do I have to do?”

6

The woman hopped up and down squealing like school girls. The smiles that they shared almost made him change his mind.

“OK, first off you have to be more… feminine. ” Sarah, the icy persona now lost for the moment, said in a surprisingly giddy tone. She waved her hand up and down in his direction. “That means all that hair has got to go.” With that, the women all but drug him to the shower and began to strip him.

While Andy normally wouldn’t have had an issue with two women stripping him down, he suddenly felt very self-conscience. Sure he was going to be dolled up but he still wanted to give a good impression. However, Andy was a grower and not a shower. And with everything that had just went down he didn’t feel much like growing. “Uhm, ladies can I have a moment to myself. I .. err.. need… uhm … yea”.

Reading his mind, Catherine chided him. “Give it up you little slut. For the next few hours you’re our bitch and what you call your ‘cock’ isn’t an issue. You don’t even get to have a cock, you have….” Catherine drew a blank that Sarah was happy to fill in. “You have a clitty.” Catherine and Sarah both shared another giggle at this idea. Andy started to grow bright red. With that Sarah undid his fly and dropped his jeans and boxers in one swift motion. She glanced down at his crotch and giggle “Yep, a little sissy clitty.” The mild humiliation was actually arousing him; he felt more and more like he might be able to make a good impression after all.

The women were giggling at his obvious arousal. They began to alternate between touching him and each other. “Hey Cat, I think she likes it.” Catherine nodded and added. “Oh, you have no idea how much he likes this. I mean he gets off on the most outlandish stuff. I mean we’ve been in bed after she’s spent the evening looking at the ‘gurls’ and you wouldn’t believe some of the fantasies she comes up with. ‘Put me in panties.’ ‘Make be suck cock.’ ‘I want to be your slut.” Catherine stopped to wipe tears that her giggling had caused. “Oh man, his cock… err… her clitty gets so hard she almost shakes.” Both women broke into more laughter at Catherine’s mocking. As Andy continued to remove his clothing, their giggling gave way to a deep tongue kiss.

Andy couldn’t believe it. Here was his wife telling her friend some of his most twisted fantasies. He felt betrayed, shocked and, most surprising of all, unbelievably aroused. He no longer had anything to fear about making a good first impression; his cock was harder than it had been in a long time.

The women broke their embrace and Catherine stopped to look at Sarah. “Wait! Men get to have two hot women playing with them.” She look at Andy with a serious expression. “This is your last chance. We can stop now and go no further. But,” Catherine paused long enough to stroke Sarah’s breasts through the uniform with an opened mouth moan, “you live with your choice.” Catherine’s hand roamed lower on Sarah’s body. “However, if you accept, for tonight only, you quit being a man. You are going to be transformed into a gangbang gurl. Are you sure you want to go on?” Catherine was now masturbating Sarah through her uniform. Sarah’s mouth was forming the classic O shape. Andy didn’t think she was faking it. At this point he was quite enjoying himself and the live show that was happening in front of his eyes. He quickly accepted with a short, croaking “Yes”. Catherine nodded at her partner in crime and the women shared a quick, knowing look. They were sure that their plan would work.

It was now Sarah’s turn to torment Andy. “Although”, she started, “you won’t be a woman either.” She shook her head disapprovingly. “I mean look at those ugly balls.” To drive her point home, she slapped his testicles with the palm of her hand. She was none too gently either. “So you obviously not a woman. You’re going to be a ‘gurl’ and our little bitch.” This was delivered with another slap of his now sore balls. The change in tone, and pain, was quickly deflating his erection. “You’re going to be our bitch, our little slut.” Sarah added three more shots to his balls in quick succession, the whole time giggling at the result the impacts were having. His cock was as flaccid as when he walked into the bathroom. This seem to please both of the women.

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This is my first attempt at publishing a story, it’s based on a real life experience I had in my younger days. All names have been changed. It includes cocaine, and has a little watersports and light anal play. I hope that it turns you on as much as it did me that night. Special thanks to the amazing Eliza Loo for the editing help.

As I sit drinking a hot cup of coffee on this lazy Sunday morning, my mind wanders back to a similar Sunday morning long ago. I was young and full of adventure then, working hard during the week and partying just as hard on the weekend. More often than not, during that particular time in my life there was a little cocaine involved on my weekend excursions, and along with that came a bevy of willing women, the kind of women that loved to party and get a little wild.

It was 1989 on a Sunday morning in Florida when I looked up from my cup of coffee to see her standing in the doorway, naked except for the sheet wrapped loosely around her.

“Morning” I say as I motion for her to sit and get up to get her a cup. Bringing back her coffee I notice the sheet is no longer covering her, she’s sitting on it and her amazing tits are on display.

“Tylenol?” she asks. I oblige her and bring a glass of water back with me. She looks rough, her hair a mess and bags under her eyes. Taking two and downing the rest of the water she looks me in the eye and asks, “Any coke left?”

“Wait until Becky gets up and I’ll give you two a snoot full for the ride home.” I reply and watch as she chokes a little on her coffee before chuckling as she says, “I’m Becky!”

“Oh, sorry,” and thought for a minute before saying “Then…Tina?” as I motioned to the bedroom.

“Yup, if we’re waiting can I take a shower?”

“Absolutely” I replied. We got up and I showed her where everything was, openly ogling her very nice ass and remembering how my tongue worked it last night.

‘She can’t be more than five feet tall’ I think to myself. On the way back I peeked into my bedroom and saw Tina lying on her back, left leg stretched out and her right bent at the knee giving me a great view of her light brown bush. I move into the room and sit on the bed, trailing my fingers around her tits, then leaning down I whisper in her ear, “Hey beautiful time to get up.”

“Mmmm ok” she says and blinks her eyes open. Sitting up and rubbing her eyes she says “Oh fuck that hurts” and flops back onto the bed and stretches, giving me a wonderful view of her voluptuous body. As tall as my five eight she’s well-proportioned and sexy as fuck.

She sits back up and I help her stand. I glance down at her tits that are swaying back and forth, they’re nice with pale areoles the size of a tollhouse cookie and light pink nipples that are long even before being stimulated.

“I need to piss, now” she says. I say “Becky’s in the shower now, you can go in.” She nods her head and hurries off. Watching her shapely ass disappear into the bathroom I start collecting beer bottles and reflect on the crazy night I had with these two women.

It started off with a couple of my friends and I having a few beers at the local watering hole. One had to work in the morning and left around eight, leaving me and Dave to ourselves to find some fun. I’d been thinking about scoring some coke all week and asked him if he wanted in. He declined, having family obligations the next morning. So, I put the call in, he had one more beer and left.

So there I am; it’s now nine thirty and I’m back at the bar with a healthy bag of coke and no one to party with. I go to the bathroom and get in a stall and do a couple quick bumps from the end of a key. Then a couple more for good measure and put it away. Checking my nose on the way out for any telltale residue, I saunter back out and take my seat. The bumps are hitting now, that feeling of euphoria washing over me, instantly putting me in a great mood. Taking a big swig from my beer I spin around on my stool and survey the room.

The regular hard partiers are here, along with a few couples and some single guys over at the pool table. I look over to the wall with booths along it and see them.

A blond and a brunette, they’re very good looking and talking and laughing. The blond gets up and comes up to the bar about three stools down from me and orders two more of those silly wine coolers that were so popular. I offer to pay for them. She turns her head to look at me, looks right into my eyes and sees my dilated pupils and watches me rub my nose and sniff. Her smile brightens and she says “Sure, why don’t you grab your beer and come sit with us.”

I do just that and follow her back to their booth. The other girl looks at me warily as the blond slides in and scooches over to let me sit next to her. I look them over as I sit down and like what I see. They’re both wearing nice blouses and jean shorts. Two totally different looks, one blonde and voluptuous the other dark haired and petite, built like a gymnast.

The blond asks my name and introductions üsküdar escort are made. Tina smiles sweetly at me, pushes a lock of her blond hair behind her ear and says “Am I mistaken or is your nose really happy tonight?” I answer, “It is indeed happy tonight, do you two partake?” I notice Becky has now straightened up and is smiling at me as Tina says “We sure do,” then looks at her friend and says, “don’t we Becky?” Becky nods her head in agreement.

“Well, I hope this isn’t too out of line but would you two want to come back to my place where we can do a few lines without an audience?” They look at each other, Becky says “I don’t know”…Tina looks back at me and says “We’re not sure that’s a good idea, after all, we don’t know you.”

“Ok, I get it. Do you know the bartender, her name’s Georgia?” They both say yes so, I tell Becky to go talk to Georgia, she’ll vouch for me. When you’re high on coke you tend to just blurt shit out so I turn to Tina and say “Look, I just scored a quarter ounce. There’s plenty to go around and who knows what’ll happen back at my place, we’ll play it by ear.” I reached over and stroked the back of her hand lightly and said, “I’ll get you a cab home later if you want.”

I could tell she was warming up to the idea of free lines when Becky came back and asked Tina to go to the bathroom with her. I figured they needed to talk about it.

They took off and I went up to the bar and asked Georgia what she said. “I told her you haven’t murdered anyone in a couple years now so they should be ok” and started laughing. I started laughing along with her, she shook her head and said “You’re in, you fucking pussy hound. When’s my turn?” “Next time, I promise,” and smiled my best smile. “Yeah, yeah, yeah” she said as she headed down the bar to take another order.

The girls come back from the bathroom, all business now. “Shall we go?” asks Tina. “Ok.” I answer and mentally take stock of the beer situation in my fridge at home. Thinking I have about a twelve pack I ask the girls if they’ll drink beer at my place. They both nod their heads, so I call Georgia over and ask for 12 more to take home.

We finished our drinks, and I picked up the beer and we headed out to my truck. Piling into the front it’s a little cramped for the three of us on the bench seat but we manage for the short ride home.

We made small talk on the way, the shorter of the two sat in the middle and scooted closer to me and whispered in my ear “Coke makes me horny, you up for some fun?” and rubbed her hand over my dick a couple times. I nodded my agreement and look over at Tina who’s shaking her head and saying “You’re a little slut!” We all laugh, and small talk ensued for the last few minutes home.

Once inside I tell them to sit in the living room and I put the beer away. Coming in with three cold ones, I handed them out and went to my bedroom for the mirror with the razor blade and straw on it. I glance at the clock, ten fifteen. Going to be a long, late night I think to myself.

Back in the living room I’m sitting between the two ladies and chopping lines. I’m more than ready for a fat one and they are almost salivating at the nice little pile I dumped on the mirror. Done with the chopping I slice out three big ones and pick up the straw and snort the first one. Handing off the mirror I lean back and pinch my nose and pull air in and let go at the same time, pulling the rest of the coke into my sinuses. The girls do some variation of the same thing and soon enough we’re all leaning back on the couch letting the rush hit us.

“Oh yeah” I say as the feeling washes over my brain. “Fuckin’A dude” Tina says followed by a happy sigh from Becky who stands up and does that thing women do to take off their bra and pull it through the sleeve. Tossing it at me and laughing she says “It’s getting’ hot in here, turn on some music?” I point at the stereo “Have at it.” She goes to turn it on, and I take a big whiff of her bra, smelling a little sweat and soap. This earns me an eye roll from Tina. I say “What, will yours smell better?” She comes right back with “Another line and you can find out.”

I immediately turn and cut three more lines out of the pile, this time about half the size of the first. Music is now on and Becky dances back over and plops herself right next to me and leans down to untie her shoes. I hand the mirror to Tina who promptly inhales one of the lines. I do mine next and hand it to the now shoeless Becky. She does hers and we all take a moment to let it hit.

I look over to Tina and say, “bra?” and hold my hand out. She smiles and stands up performing the same magic her friend did. She hands it to me and I open it to look at the tag and squint to read it and she says “38 double D dude, now tell me if I smell better than her.” I put one of the cups to my face and inhale loudly, making a show of it. I exhale and say “You guys use different soap. In order to make a fair assessment I’ll gaziemir escort need to go straight to the source.” Laughing she says, “Yeah we’ll see, who needs a beer?”

We all agree, and she takes off for the kitchen and Becky grabs my head in both hands and lays a kiss on me. I reciprocated and we swap some spit until Tina walks in with the beers. After a couple big swigs Becky leans over to me and says, “I want to spend the night, I don’t care if she stays or not.” I nod my head and stare at her dark eyes, taking in just how good looking she is. She’s well put together, Mediterranean complexion with dark hair down to her shoulders and perfect eyebrows, cute little upturned nose and nice plump lips. Wearing minimal make up she looks great. I surmise they’re both about my age, late 20’s or early 30’s.

I turn to look at Tina, a classic blond beauty. Hair up in a ponytail that comes halfway down her back she’s fully made up with her face looking like she took a lot of time to put it together. A real girly-girl. Very hot.

Becky asks for the bathroom; I point at the hall and say “Second on the left.” Turning to the other I say in a low voice “Your friend says she wants to spend the night, do you want to spend the night with us?”

“I don’t know…I’ve never had a three-way. I’m not sure if I could…I don’t know.” With that she got up and walked down the hall. Knocked twice on the bathroom door and walked in. I figure they need to talk about it.

I finish my beer and lean over to cut more lines, pulling off of the big pile and taking my time to chop one way, pull it together and chop the other. Repeating the process until it’s nice and fine. I carefully make three healthy lines and, quickly looking at the bathroom door, I pull a little bump to the front and snort it real quick because, well, I wanted to.

Becky comes out first and I ask her to get three more beers on the way back. They’re starting to go down quickly now. When she sits down next to me I ask, “What’s with her, is she staying?” She reaches over to starts to undo my shorts, fumbling with the button and says, “I’m not sure, I hope she does. I’ve been dying to go down on her, but she doesn’t swing that way.”

With my shorts now open she sticks her hand in and pulls out my cock. I’m half hard but that’s quickly changing. She’s softly moving her hand around inside my underwear, reaching to feel my balls. I start to unbutton her shirt when Tina comes back, grabs her old beer and downs it. Grabbing a new one she opens it and takes a huge swig. She turns her head and burps then looks back at what we’re doing, then down at the lines.

I have Becky’s shirt unbuttoned now, it’s hanging open. I reach for the mirror and give it to Tina who does a line and hands it to Becky who sets it down on the table and leans over to do hers. As she does, I get a glimpse of her tits, nice handfuls with dark areoles and very hard dark nipples.

She leans back and hands me the straw. I do my line, grab my beer and take a big drink. Looking to my left Tina is leaning back looking at me. I go in for a kiss and she lets me, not moving her head but kissing me back. I end the kiss and turn to my right. She’s smiling at me, and I lean down to kiss her, moving her shirt out of the way I cup her right boob, feeling the firmness. Squeezing gently, I move my palm in circles over her nipple, feeling the hard little nub before I use my fingers to pinch it lightly. She sighs, takes her beer and turns it up, finishing it. I take a big drink of mine and turn to Tina who was watching us with interest.

I move closer to her and lean in to kiss her again, this time with tongue. She grabs the back of my head and we start making out. I start to pull up her shirt, but she breaks the kiss and says “Hold on, I’ll get it.” I sit back and take a look at Becky, who now has her shirt off and is rubbing both of her tits. I watch her while Tina stands up to take off her shirt, pulling it over her head. Shaking her hair and using both hands to fix her ponytail I’m almost mesmerized as her full tits sway back and forth. I look back at Becky and she’s staring too.

Tina says “Dude, I’m high as fuck right now.” Walking to the standup fan I have in the corner she turns it on and stands there. Becky gets up and goes over to her and they share the breeze. I’m rushing pretty good too, the coke is good, and we’ve got about a gram up our noses.

When you have three people high as fuck on coke the conversation flows, often on topics that are completely mundane. I join them and we start talking about music, then the clock on the wall. At one point we’re in the kitchen talking about the differences in cooking on a non-stick pan or a cast iron skillet. We’re doing all of this while topless with a lot of brushing, quick squeezes and sometimes just blatant groping. We end up back in the living room and I sit on the couch. They’re looking through my cassettes picking out something to listen to.

They’re sancaktepe escort whispering something to each other. I look at their asses and see Becky slowly put her hand on her friends’ ass, cupping her cheek. Tina swats her hand away while laughing and gives her a whining “Stop it! Every time we party you grope me!”

“Can’t help it, I love your ass!” Becky shoots back. They both laugh and I stand up and kick my shorts off and head for the bathroom in my boxers.

It was quiet out there while I pissed, and I thought about how lucky I was. Two topless cuties and a pile of blow waiting for me in my living room. I headed back and yell out “Anyone need a beer?” Two yesses came back. They’re really going down easy. Grabbing another round I head back and find the two of them sitting on the couch again, this time without the shorts, just panties.

Small talk ensues and we spend some more time getting to know each other, our jobs and lives. All the while ogling each other and flirting. Beer is flowing and we’re having fun. It’s warm in the house, I get up and go adjust the thermostat. I get back and pull the mirror towards me. They’re looking at the coke with hungry eyes and I have to admit that notion just crossed my mind too. The beer is starting to catch up with us too, the girls are loosening up and I’m pretty buzzed now.

I cut three more lines and we snort them, all of us leaning back in silence as that familiar feeling overtakes us. Becky leans over and starts kissing my neck, drawing little circles with her tongue. She moves up a little and whispers in my ear “Let’s get this party started.”

I look over and see Tina staring at us. I take my left hand and run it up and down her leg. She spreads them a little and I run my fingers to her panty-clad pussy. Caressing and pushing the fabric in, I feel wetness and I look down to see a damp spot gracing the gusset of her light blue panties.

I feel lips on my right nipple and look to see Becky sucking it and staring at my hand moving back and forth in her friend’s crotch. She stands up and takes her panties off then bends over to pull off my boxers. I lift my ass to accommodate her and at the same time I tug on Tina’s panties. She stands and slides them down her legs revealing a light brown trimmed bush, in stark contrast to Becky’s wild full bush of black pussy hair.

All of us are naked now, Becky decides to take control and asks Tina to help her move the coffee table out of the way. Both grabbing an end, they move it straight back about 4 feet. Becky takes her finger and swipes it across the little flakes of residue on the mirror where the last lines were cut. She wipes it across her top gum and then sucks it clean, looking me in the eye with nothing but sex on her mind.

Tina follows suit as Becky gets on her knees and moves towards me. “C’mon, give me a hand with this,” and motions for her to get on her knees too. I’m half hard as I spread my legs. Becky grabs it and swoops down to take me halfway in her mouth, swirling her tongue on the way back up then releases my cock with a pop.

She points it towards Tina who moves closer, but instead jumps up onto the sofa and starts making out with me. I feel the warmth of Becky’s mouth on my dick as she goes back to sucking. She clearly enjoys what she’s doing and is making little noises and humming.

I’m loving all the attention and start to play with Tina’s tits, hefting the full globes in my hand and pinching her nipples. We’re kissing with passion now as I feel my cock go into Becky’s throat. I make a sound of approval into Tina’s mouth and jerk my hips a little. We break the kiss and I look down to watch her expertly go up and down, burying her nose in my pubic hair then coming back up for air.

Over and over, she does this and I feel the tingling start. Not wanting to get off yet I stop her. She looks at me with watery eyes and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and smiles.

“Holy fuck you’re good at that” I say. “I had to stop you, or you would have had a mouthful of cum.” She smiles proudly and moves up to the couch, straightens her body and lays her head on the armrest. Throwing one leg up to the back of the sofa, she lets her right leg drop to the floor. I gaze at her bushy pussy and watch as she reaches down with her right hand and using two fingers opens herself to me. I see her dark brown labia spread apart and the pink of her beautiful pussy. Her other hand comes down and pulls her clitoral hood back to reveal a clit about as big around as my pinky finger and about a quarter inch long.

I feel Tina move closer to me and lean her head around to get a better look. She’s got her ample tits pressing into my side and breathing heavily into my ear. We’re both mesmerized as she takes her left hand and gathers some moisture and pulls it up to her clit and slowly caresses it. Leaning her head back and drawing in a hiss of air as she works it. “One of you needs to get over here and eat me!” she exclaimed. She looks right at Tina, so do I as I nudge her in that direction. “I don’t know…I’ve never…go ahead Nick, show me how.”

Inwardly I’m cursing because I wanted to see some lesbian action but outwardly I’m just fine with eating her. “Let’s do a bump and take this to the bedroom,” I reply and slide off the couch and walk on my knees over to that coffee table.

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(Author’s note: This story carries a femdom, semi-incestuous and bisexual theme throughout)

Mother May I..?

Chapter 2

Back Door Man

As Adrian cowered, afraid and feeling shy he asked his Mother-in-law a question, no man should have to, not even when dreaming… “You’re going to fuck me?”

*****

From where we left off…

“Your going to f-fuck me?” Adrian asked not believing or, seeing at least, he did know… Margaret his 50-something dominant Mother-in-law, dressed all in black, she was indeed ‘strapped-on’ sporting a long glossy, somewhat real looking 7-inch dildo jutting out from her loins and looking ready to do just as he was asking…

Margaret was ready to fuck her wimpy, sissy for a son-in-law and take him even further into submission…

“Yes darling, that’s exactly what I’m going to do… I’m going to use my dildo on you and fuck that tight ass of yours, just like I had a real cock” she said back to him sounding rather matter of fact as she smiled, looking to Adrian while wringing her right hand up and down the smooth shafted latex dildo, her ‘cock’ as she liked to say.

The semi-realistic looking ‘marital-aid’ or sex-toy appearing to be a part of her, it’s colour matching the lacy-black, all-in-one corset, bra and girdle set she had changed into replacing the long, flowing night gown, she looked menacing and untrustworthy as Adrian was seeing her.

With her full, ripe tits held high and presented, pushed up and out while encased in her corset bra, and with her legs wrapped to her upper thigh in a pair of lacy topped sheer black stockings, each held in place by one of the six garter straps built into her dangerous looking lingerie sets, she appeared every inch the stern, domineering woman she was intending…

“Oh please Mother, uhh, I mean Ma’am” Adrian pled while correcting himself…

“Please you, you don’t have to do this, you know I’ll be good… I’ll stay naked and with, with my plug in, I’ll wear it all the time and, and I’ll cook for you… I’ll clean too… Please! I’ll do anything” he offered, truly afraid with a new wave of humiliation washing through him that sent him begging once again, saying how he’ll do anything she wants from now until eternity…

However, knowing his fate a cold forbidding sweat broke out over his entire body and as much as he was in denial, Adrian also knew this was going to happen, he couldn’t stop her… His Mother-in-law was going to fuck him…

“Now, now, you know as well as I do, you need this as much as you want it Adrian, and the sooner you submit, giving up this game you’re playing, pretending to be shy and afraid, the more you can start to enjoy this… Don’t you see? We all know… It’s no secret to any of us, and as your family we have a duty to help you see this through” Margaret explained as Denise stepped closer to the woman, wordlessly squeezing out a long line of the clear lube down the top of Margaret’s cock shaft allowing her to gather and smear the dildos entire length as she thanked the girl, giving her a smile…

“We owe it to you just as much as you owe it to yourself my dear, sweet sissy” she added, using psychology as a mind game, confusing Adrian’s thoughts while casting doubt on his own beliefs.

Telling him everyone knows ‘who’ he is but saying it in a way that would lead him to believe he needed to trust her, and those involved….Adrian had to have faith in what she was saying, in what everyone were telling him…

Trembling now while lost in the two-month long fog of sexual wanting with his unsettled desires being denied time and time again, it did however make accepting and taking what Margaret had to offer somewhat easier.

But still, Adrian was afraid, if not terrified altogether…

“I’m… I’m sc-scared, and I don’t think I’m like that… I…I’m n-not g-gay! I love Barb and woman please, you have to believe me” he cried in a last defence, stuttering and sounding far less confident, or convincing for that matter.

“Are you sure? That’s not what someone asked me recently” Denise pipped up then as Adrian looked to her feeling all the more confused not knowing what the girl meant…

“Now, now Denise, let’s not mention anything just yet… Mind yourself young lady or it will be you feeling the sting of my belt… Is that understood?” Margaret said with a tone, interrupting the young girl who looked back to the woman in dismay, surprised for being chastised and put in her place…

“Y-yes Ma’am… I’m sorry” Denise answered with a frown, however, catching herself and knowing better than to challenge her, not at a time like this, she felt bad for over stepping her boundaries…

“Very good” Margaret went on, sounding up beat as she turned to Adrian once again… “Now young man…I do I remember saying I would let you out of your chastity cage, does that still interest you?” She asked and gaining Adrian’s full attention the naked young man’s head came up, hearing those bahçelievler escort sweet words yet again…

“Will you go a little more easily if you’re let out?” She added, asking if she let’s him out will he accept her ‘cock’ with less fussing, yet knowing he had no alternative, Adrian did say he was willing to do anything…

“Y-es, yes please…please let me out M-Ma’am… I’ll do, do whatever you want, I promise” he said agreeing but maybe not fully understanding what he was letting himself in for, what this could mean later on…

With his desperation leaning more towards his desire, rather than any last fruitless grasps at his humility, Adrian found himself willing to do just about anything to be freed from his cage, as well as being permitted to cum..

Even if that included him taking his Mother-in-law’s strap-on cock up his back-side, being released from the tiny penis-prison he’d been locked into for the past two months was worth just about anything at this point…

“There’s a good boy… Now you see? I’m not as horrible as you think. Trust me, we’re both going to enjoy this”

Confident and with a sarcastic smile, Margaret lead poor Adrian over towards her large wing-back chair where she had him stand in front as she then took up residence, plunking her large, round ass into the low cushioned seat.

With frightened eyes Adrian then watched as the woman adjusted herself, moving closer to the chairs edge, tilting and thrusting her hips in and upward motion making the slick, black latex dildo jiggle and bob, she settled in as he shivered and quaked. Sweating now he could hardly believe what he had just agreed to…

“There we are now, come to me,” she beckoned… “Turn around and lets get that plug out of you… Oh and Denise, I’m sure our little sissy-boy here would like you to add more lube to my cock… Isn’t that so Adrian? Do you want my girlfriend to make my big black dick all slippery and wet for you?” Margaret asked, continuing with her harsh teasing…

“You? You want to do it with me on top?” He asked in his usual surprised stutter still not believing she was going to fuck him as she took him at the hips and turned him around, wanting Adrian to mount the big, ominous looking dildo faced away from her, impaling himself in a ‘reverse cowgirl’ position, it seemed even more humiliating if that were possible…

“Oh yes my little darling, you are going to work for this, and you will because I know that deep down you want this… You were born to be a little bottom bitch Adrian, your only problem is realizing and accepting” Margaret said to him, keeping it up… “With our help… Denise and I are going to teach you to how to enjoy being who you are… We’re going to teach you just how to be a sissy who loves cock more than anything, even if you keep saying you’re not gay”

Listening to her while standing terrified, watching with his body half twisted, Adrian looked back over his shoulder in disbelief as Denise came in then with her hand full of lube smearing more of the slippery looking gel down the length of the older woman’s 7-inch strap-on making it glisten and shine anew as he watched with continual, fearful shudders running through him…

“But what about my, my cage? I thought you said I could have it off while I, while I c-cum?” He asked nervous trying to think of anything he could… Anything that might change this somehow…

Anything that might get him out of what was about to happen, but of course he knew…

“Oh don’t worry, we’ll be letting you out, once you’ve settled that cute little ass down on my big cock, then we’ll have Denise unlock you” Margaret replied as Adrian shirked again not liking what he was hearing, feeling he was about to be ripped off, denied again with another one of her cruel tricks…

Telling him the only way he’ll be allowed any release, any pleasure, it will happen while he’s impaled to the hilt on her the slick, glossy-black imitation cock…

This wasn’t what he had bargained for…

“B-but that’s not fair! That’s not what you said” Adrian complained, or he tried to…

“What’s not fair Adrian? What did I say to you?” Margaret snapped back… “My only promise was to let you out, I never said how or when, and I’m not sure I like your tone young man… Do I need to punish you further? My belt is right there on the floor?”

Chastising as she held him at his hips, backing him up, Adrian went quiet then, knowing that if he pushed too hard he’d end up feeling the sting of her wide leather belt reigniting the slowly cooling fire raging across his rather red and still hot little ass cheeks…

“Denise, come dear… Hold him, open him up, you can remove his little plug” Margaret instructed her young blond friend and all for the idea she had Adrian half bent at the waist as she went in with her two fingers and a thumb, grasping the small rounded end and giving it an unceremonious bağcılar escort tug that had Adrian’s eye popping open while letting out a soft whimpering ‘Unng” feeling his back end being vacated of the plug that quite frankly he’d become used to already, even forgetting it was there…

“There we go, now lean back, that’s it step closer, Denise hold his arm help him down, I’ll hold him open back here” Margaret instructed next as she watched Adrian’s tight little bung wink itself closed which also and quite oddly, it left Adrian with a strange new feeling, having the butt plug suddenly removed, he felt an emptiness that came with a longing and that was the odd part.

He couldn’t understand what he wanted, it was like he missed the plug being inside of him and now of all things… He wanted it back…

“Mmmm… Now there’s a beautiful sight… Keep going! Can you feel my big cock-head about to push into you? Tell me, go on now… Let me know that you want it Adrian… Relax yourself and take my cock sissy”

“Ohhh… Oh gosh Ma’am… I can feel you, but, but I’m afraid…. I… I can’t let go, not like you say… Please, I… I just I can’t” Adrian moaned back admitting that he did want her cock pushed up inside of him but doing it for himself, being able to let go and sink down, he was too afraid… He couldn’t do it, not like she wanted…

“Can I help?” Denise chirped from the background, asking as she moved in taking up centre stage in front of Adrian as he hovered in his indecision with bent knees and a strained back, unable to go any further…

“No dear, leave him alone, this is something he has to do on his own” Margaret cut in then as Denise stopped with her hands about to land on Adrian’s shoulders…

“Yes Ma’am, you’re right… I’m sorry” the girl apologized as she stopped, looking to her older dominant and feeling the woman’s icy stare for the second time, again she knew they weren’t playing games just then, realizing in the moment that there was something deeper going on between these two.. This odd pairing of son and Mother-in-law…

“Come now Adrian, no more delays, surrender yourself to me… There we go… Down… Take me, that’s it… Nice and slow”

“Uhhh, Unnngg… Ohh” Adrian cried, doing it then, lowering himself until he could feel it for real this time, the slippery wet domed head of Margaret’s cock first touching and then pushing in quite easily, slipping in past his already loosened-up little back ring…

“Oh yes, I’m in you now! Can you feel me?” Margaret asked, watching as she leaned back and declaring with pride as her cock slowly moved into him, first with it’s blunt, round head and with each agonizing inch following after, disappearing ever so slowing into Adrian’s depths…

“Unnnggg.. Yes… I… I can feel it… Ohhh Ma’am, it’s, it’s so b-big… Oh please, can we go slower?…. Uhhh!” Adrian gasped feeling the stiff cock worming it’s way deeper as his body weight drove him down, the initial pain ripping through him and forcing him to move at a pace he could hardly stand…

“That’s up to you sweetie” Margaret replied… Put your hands on my thighs, hold yourself up but keep me in… Now take a breath and tell me when you’re ready… Ready for more of my cock” she directed, reassuring Adrian that this was all up to him as he followed her direction, placing each of his open palms down atop her stocking covered thighs he held himself aloft.

Half impaled on her hard but slippery feeling strap-on as Margaret was playing with his mind as much as she was playing his body.

Pushing him again, she wanted him to say it, she wanted him to tell her when he was ready… ‘Ready for more cock’ as she was sure to emphasize, loving the work ‘cock’ with it’s hard ‘k’ adding a certain flair that turned heads when said out loud…

“Ahh I… I don’t know if, if can,” Adrian whined in reply, listening to her instructions while trying to hold himself up, feeling his Mother-in-law’s ‘bigger-than-it-looked’ strap-on dildo moving into him further…

Like falling into quicksand, he had no choice, the enormous feeling sex-toy stretching his tight little butthole as he moaned the rest of the way down, Adrian was soon seeing stars with his eyes shut tight and a lemon-sucking scowl occupying his face.

With the latex cock invading his body as well as his mind, suddenly in a flash of bright light an image filled his mind. One that had him sitting bolt up-right with his thoughts going back in time, back to Greg and where in a blur of tormented emotions he pictured his long lost friend there in Margaret’s place…

“Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!” He gasped with his eyes rolling to the back of his head and taking in short puffs of air Adrian was unable to exhale, caught in the moment… But not daring to say or call out Greg’s name in error, but feeling this desire rising inside of him, did he really want Greg to take him this ümraniye escort way? Would he have ever let his friend fucking him instead of just sucking his much bigger, alpha-male cock?

Working himself all the way down with such images in his head, Adrian had taken all of Margaret’s big strap-on without realizing until the backs of his thighs were resting atop hers with the initial pain and shock of it all still coursing and rippling through him like a hard, crashing tide…

But still, the image was there, seeing Greg… He couldn’t let it go…

“Ohh yess that’s it… All the way down” Margaret declared happily watching and feeling Adrian give in, taking her cock inch by inch…

“Rest on me sissy boy, lean back and relax, that’s it… Feel me in you… Mmm, you’re such a good boy Adrian, taking all of my big-hard-cock”

Happy and quite turned on Margaret cooed into his ear from behind and giving Adrian no choice as she let her hands slide up from his hips to settle around his waist, her fingers interlacing at his mid-section covering his bellybutton she gently held him down, unable to move, keeping him impaled, taking all 7-inches of her hard latex cock.

Leaving him moaning in sighs and soft whimpering cries, Adrian let his eyes drift closed once more with his head lolling from side to side becoming further lost in the ecstasy being matched and twined only by the agony, the lingering, gnawing pain of taking so much cock…

“Oh wow, that looks sooo sexy… I have everything ready Ma’am, just to let you know” Denise said then partially breaking the spell Adrian had fallen into, his eyes opening to see the spiky haired dynamo had moved and was now kneeling between his splayed legs as he remained suspended, held firm with Margaret’s big cock lodged up his backside firm and deep… His feet left to dangle with his toes barely scraping the floor…

“Very good dear, I think he’s settled, you can unlock him now” Margaret replied looking over her son-in-laws limp, lifeless shoulder as he lay back against her, and Adrian he too was watching, seeing the smiling girl holding up a tiny silvery looking key… His key…

Coming around some, out of his delirium and filled with renewed and sudden hope, Adrian sat up partially gaining his senses where like smelling salts to a fainter, seeing the key to his chastity cage pushed him to a new level of awareness, desire and anticipation…

“Lay back sweetie, relax and watch with me, Denise will be a little while… She’s going to clean you and shave you, then my little sissy-son-in-law… Then you can have your precious little cummies… Before we cage up again, and my, my… Do we even have a surprise for you there!”

Instructing him to lie back while applying light force to Adrian’s chest with a hand, Margaret had him resting atop her ripe, full 38-inch chest as she spoke. Telling him what was going to happen, she wanted Adrian to watch with her, watch and see Denise first unlock and then free him from his cage…

The small, bright blue silicone penis prison left manacled to his smaller than average member for the past two, long, arduous months…

“Uhh… Oh that feels so, so much better” He cried doing as he was told, trying to rest back but it wasn’t easy, not with Margaret’s big cock all the way up inside him…

However, feeling Denise unlocking then pulling and manoeuvring the parts of his ‘old’ chastity cage off and away with the steel backing ring being the last piece, Adrian sighed with a moan feeling a mix of pleasure and pain as the tight-bodied blond pushed each of his undersized testicles one at a time back through the ring’s narrow opening…

“Ahh!” He gasped with an inward breath each time, the sensation and slight pain causing his head to jerk back just as it had when he finally let go, when Adrian had allowed himself to take Margaret’s rigid latex cock up into his virginal back entrance, his boy-pussy…

“Oh please” He cried then as she laid a warm, wet flannel over his freed little penis and equally tiny ball sack, followed with her hand and fingers massaging and working the wet towel all around his small, shrivelled member leaving him to squirm and wriggle with his eyes blinking open and closed…

“Just making sure you’re all nice and clean… It doesn’t look like you need much shaving but we’ll do it anyway” Margaret informed as Adrian began to struggle wondering now how long this was going to last….

When would she either fuck him, let hum cum, or just take this big thing out of him?

“Sh-shave me? Like this? Oh please Ma’am I can’t stand it any longer” he cried thinking this torment and humiliation would last forever, the pain of being stretched so far and feeling so full of woman’s rubbery-stiff cock… It was indeed becoming much more than he could take…

Feeling her shift then, the stronger, bigger Margaret took hold of Adrian at his hips and began moving him with an up and down motion… Slowly, she began using her cock and her body, starting to fuck Adrian in a slow grind as he sat deliriously residing atop her thick, powerful thighs…

“Yes you can… Here, let’s have a little fun before Denise shaves you” His Mother-in-law replied telling Adrian he can and will stay where he was as the girl finished cleaning him up, shaving back to smooth…

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